In faraway places, in foreign lands
Starving children hold up their hands
Some are pleading, some in prayer
Seeking something that isn't 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.
Sara Stowell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-faraway-places-in-foreign-lands/
