The World Is A Treacherous Place

The world is a treacherous place

Hunger & starvation in many a nation & the children they suffer

Empty stomachs, naked bodies & protruding bellies with sunken eyes

 

World missionaries and others try to help out

Only to find there isn't enough food & water, clothing or medicine

Roaming the streets of a city bombarded by war, plagued by disaster

Living with pestilence & disease, devastation as far as the eyes can see

Depression, sadness, death & despair, the world is a treacherous place

 

I am my brothers keeper, these words ring out of the confines of my mind

So how can I contribute to this worthy cause as I ponder this question

 

A donation, a monetary offering, pehaps an adoption of a child forsaken

 

These are some of the things I can do

Reach out and touch the hand of someone less fortunate than I

Embracing them from a far distant land such as this, sweet America

Amidst chaos and confusion, we must strive to find a solution

Chasing dead horses will get us no where fast

Helicopters bearing food and first aid as military rescue units help out

Round bellied children gather, scrambling for food on the ground

Opression has stolen hopes & dreams before they were ever born

Under such horrid conditions, the world is a treacherous place

Spoils of war torn towns, bring a frown to my face, sorrow to my eyes

 

Poverty abounds, in a wretched enviornment such as this

Little children suffer lack of love & affection & bare necessities of life

Adults lack education and suffer, too

Can we change the ways of our world? I wonder...

Entertaining the notion that we can help, one child at a time