Help

Where is our hope for tomorrow
in this grief stricken world of ours?
with our food and water shortage
the problems grow like a tower.
Just why are the nations waiting,
what is it they hope to win?
when they hold back on their promise
and the clamour of death begins.
As they sit eating their breakfast
and leisurely begin their day.
do they give a thought to our sons
dying; in our land far away?
Perhaps if it were their children
who were weak , hungry and thin,
they’d find the need to move mountains
and the help we need would pour in.
Consider all men as brothers
for peace, hope and justice to win.
cut through whatever is binding,
let the day of giving begin.