Their faces stare out from my TV screen,
With lack-lustre eyes and tears on
Their face, it is a disgrace.
In today's world why should they starve,
Thirsty for water, and skeleton bodies,
No roof over their head, no bed.
These little black faces haunt my day,
And I want to shout, and say,
Why should this be?
We who have everything and
Still inclined to moan no
Nothing of this suffering far from home,
We bask in affluence while the
Other half starve, hardened to the
Fact of what others lack.
And if your like me and do despair,
Don't turn the other way,
Act, and give something today.
Augustine Nash.
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