Help
Each day being a luxury,able to switch on our t.v. sets
taking for granted to turn on the tap and being able to get
one of lifes simple natures,that could mature the dried soil
and it is a crying shame,to see the starving children boil.
Thousands desend each day,upon a makeshift clinic
why can`t governments shine light,instead of being cynics
one Dr to the weak and dying,can`t move,fly infested faces
what is wrong with the world,please help these places.
Personally speaking,and many more will feel
the guilt on overindulgance,when leaving half a meal
what a starving person would do,to step into your shoes
even though we think of it,we havn`t got a clue.
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Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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