Faraway Places In Foreign Lands

In faraway places in foreign lands
Starving children hold up there hands
Some are pleading, some in prayer
Seeking something that is'nt there

Salted eyes that shed no tears
Seek empathy to sway their fears
Of what the coming day may bring
Some form of sustenance, anything

From dawn to dusk the fight goes on
To stay alive they must be strong
But as every minute or hour goes by
We know that thousands more will die

Its help they need and not our pity
Or politicians being witty
Its help they need, while theres still time
Its doing nothing that is the crime.

by Graham Jones

Comments (1)

If angels weep, they weep for this. A fine, compassionate poem. Regards, Sandra Fowler