I Walk Through Shadow
I walk through shadow, my head bowed low
Thoughts of children suffering from hunger pangs,
Little tots that circumstances won’t allow to grow
In faraway, desolate lands where it seldom rains.
With the world’s wealth, what is it that constrains
Our realizing the depth of despair of dying slow,
For lack of the necessities of life: water, grain
I walk through shadow, my head bowed low.
Surely with all our knowledge, we ought to know
What to do to fertilize those stretches of dry plain,
The power of an ounce of compassion can show
Thoughts of children suffering from hunger pangs.
Ponder the petty conditions that make us complain
Most of us never feel life in our arms ebb and flow,
Or experience dire hardships only nature explains
Little tots that circumstances won’t allow to grow.
I have been to countries where the dry winds blow
Daily subsistence is more crucial than who reigns,
Owning a sparse-producing land that one can hoe
In faraway, desolate lands where it seldom rains.
From our abundance enough their lives to sustain
Enough of our surplus to relieve some of their woe,
Giving them the knowledge so they can maintain
As a result, a blessing to see their faces glow,
I walk through shadow.
Written November 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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