The Famished Little Ones

No one really know the fear they feel;
Because their problem is so very real.
Each day they wake up to their own;
Seeing that neither of them have grown.
Each night they pray their souls to keep.
Realizing each day, they have a challenge to weep.
The famished little ones; They will always be.
Food, warmth and clothings are great necessities.
Their suffering has been, so very long!
One must think; How they have to be strong.
There's a way to help, in their time of sorrow;
Giving them true hope and a new tomorrow;
Contributions and help, they are willing to earn.
They offer thankfulness and love in return.
Please help these famished little ones?
All are God's creation under the sun!

by Lou Ethel Wade Bush

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