To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Lacey Avatar
September 30, 2009 at 3:53 PM
well written, sure is hard to understand oursleves sometimes, God sure will bless a compasionate heart,
George   Avatar
September 16, 2009 at 12:44 AM
Dear Michael, I too do not understand how any human can sit by and watch what is happening in this world and not do something to help. That is why we are here. To help each other. God Bless you for writing this. Love you, lainie
Fraser Avatar
August 21, 2009 at 10:32 AM
Heart rending write Michael, there are so so many kids who very rarely get a square meal. It abhors me to see the waste in this world. Surely we have the intellegence to administer correctly, that everyone eats. Excellent write, good luck in the contest Michael>>James
Rider Avatar
August 20, 2009 at 6:07 PM
Very compassionate and heartfelt Michael, wonderful poem, good luck in the contest. ~Tru~
Brown Avatar
August 17, 2009 at 3:21 AM
Congratulations on your win in Sami's contest Michael. Love, Carol
Richards Avatar
August 15, 2009 at 9:00 AM
Congratulations on placing with this sad poem, Michael! And my best wishes and all the luck in the world at Butte college.....how exciting..and such a wonderful endeavor!! Best wishes!!
Strand Avatar
August 15, 2009 at 8:23 AM
Congrats on your success in Sami's contest Michael.Rgds Brian
Christian Avatar
August 11, 2009 at 3:09 AM
a powerful message, do you know at our church we have archers that feed the homeless and they have turned asda and sainsburys down for bringing bread it is stupid and makes me angry they givng it away for free and they say no because of heath and saftey so if it has a short date on it they stick to their budget of 15 pounds on thursday and saturday its crazy, it's not right all should have food, in uk much wheat is in storage doing nothingm wasting away it's wrong, anyway God bless you
Streeter Avatar
August 10, 2009 at 8:46 AM
Mr. Jordan, Mr. Jordan: Now this is a very lovily peace of writting!! *WOW* This is what my search for inspiration for this morning is all about. *Thank-You*
Brown Avatar
August 9, 2009 at 11:51 AM
Michael I think you have a winner here. It is such a shame this is happening. Outstanding writing. Good luck in the contest. Love, Carol
Richards Avatar
August 9, 2009 at 7:48 AM
As your poem so tenderly, compassionately cries out the injustice in the world. That we may be born to live in comfort and have our lucky charm breakfast...while somewhere else someone sleeps in filth, and goes without...I will never be able to understand how cruel the fates, and why....in this modern world, we haven't yet found a solution. ... Toughtful compassionate poem, Michael.
Higgins Avatar
August 9, 2009 at 6:04 AM
I am with you on this one brother Michael..the world is ugly and the less fortunate always get the crappy part of the deal....the world order and its structure needs to be reorganized so that everyone is taking care of...good work and best wishes.
Kendrick Avatar
August 9, 2009 at 5:45 AM
The question is exactly what can we do. Nice writing. Keep it up. Sara
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