How Could You Know
I hear everyday, about the hungry, and scared,
how not enough money is available for their care.
The children, and elderly, doing without,
tell me, what this is about.
Our land is so rich, and many have much,
then why, oh why, are we hearing such.
Programs are needed in each city, and state,
designed to help them, in any way.
When you're not hungry, and you're not old,
it's hard to imagine, how could you know.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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