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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not My Concern tissue warning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night was dark and damp and cold.<br>The match girl’s matches still unsold.<br>The passers by ignored her pleas<br> what she was selling failed to please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An orphan child without a home.<br> By circumstances forced to roam <br>She earns enough to pay her way<br> but not today, but not today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill clad in rags and frozen through <br>her tiny hands and feet are blue.<br>The freezing rain turns into snow<br>The match girl has nowhere to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without money, she cannot buy<br> a night in somewhere warm and dry. <br>She tries in vain to sell her wares<br> Without success, nobody cares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The falling snow was getting deep<br>and still she had no place to sleep.<br> Although she tried in vain to find <br>some shelter from the freezing wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was the night the match girl died.<br>They found her frozen stiff beside<br> the local convents well barred door.<br>The little Sisters of the Poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had not been very sisterly.<br> Ignored the orphans misery<br>because they did not choose to see.<br> Now kindly death has set her free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer needs the charity<br> which they denied so easily<br> by pious women who profess<br> to proffer aid to the helpless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not claim to be guilt free<br> but I make no pretence to be<br>a Little sister of the poor<br> and let a child freeze at my door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am quite sure they will <br>deny any responsibility<br>and call her death an accident.<br>They could nothing to prevent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should not judge but feel I must <br>express my feelings of disgust<br>That this child was allowed to die <br>for lack of Christian charity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although this happened long ago <br>There’s very little changed I know.<br>We’re still prepared to pass them by<br> and care not if they live or die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can pretend they don’t exist<br> an attitude which will persist<br>As long as we don’t choose to see<br> They’re our responsibility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12-Aug-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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The match girl’s matches still unsold.
The passers by ignored her pleas
 what she was selling failed to please.

An orphan child without a home.
 By circumstances forced to roam 
She earns enough to pay her ..."></div>
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