The glow of the sun, beating down,
Onto dense, world population,
The round coolness, of the above sky,
This brings out the relaxation of mankind.
Happier are the rich, that can’t feel the pinch,
The darker the hearts are,
Whose hunger and desperation,
Is forever for-gotten.
Times are hard and lives are shortened,
For the children that we only feel for seldom,
Is it time to help the ones that are in need?
Is it possible, for a child to live a little longer?
Not many of us human beings,
Can call out, so loud,
Like little pockets of thunder storms,
From each and every cloud.
Reach and teach the whole wide world,
Of all our distresses and all our tolls.
Help them, in your own way,
To fulfil another beautiful day.
Once you see the other children running, hastily out of schools,
Amusement parks, the newest movie and of course the coolest of pools,
“Mamma, Mamma can we go today…?”
Says the child, who not so long ago was a little lovely baby.
Housework never seems to be completed,
Momentarily, the kid seems to tire me right down.
I can’t stop work, for a tiny little while,
As the children want to go out for a walk, another mile.
Daddy’s always working, for us poor little hearts,
Earning the money, which doesn’t go that far!
Spending here! Spending there!
No savings anywhere.
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