Hunger In Our Midst
From reliable sources and friends on
the web, I heard.
Five million children or even more,
with no daily bread.
An age of exponential knowledge,
health and wealth.
Yet hunger so severe, mercy is only
in death's stealth.
As I put pen to paper trying to find
the right words to rhyme,
a thousand more people are dead
from hunger and dying in grime.
They are so far away nothing much I
can do, so I theorized.
Throwing lunch in the bin while
dinner is planned, potato or rice?
At the table, a child will play with his
food, rejecting all but ice-cream.
Out of guilt comes the lecture about
a life of waste and living a dream.
It's not our children's fault for not
knowing about life's complexities.
Humanity comes at a cost face we
must, our moral responsibilities.
You do not have to be a millionaire to
help, for many ways God has
prepared.
Our Divine Mercy Greed is to give in
Deed but if impossible, give in
Prayer.
The power of prayer is potent, so far-
reaching that He has now touched
our Site.
For it was meant that out of the
Poetry Soup, a group of helpers
would arise.
To all distinguished Poets who heard
Demetrio's call to fight Hunger.
In your midst, someone has the
means to pull a little life from going
under.
Our prayer is that we all stand
together and do our best.
God is merciful, God is good, and He
will do the rest.
T M Ioane (March, 2014)
Copyright © Tiaua M Ioane | Year Posted 2014
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