Hey everyone,
I’ve decided to continue on this poem streak with some other poems, this time not written by me. My friend Alex Dias from Newfoundland puts together some pretty sick rhymes, so I’ve decided to feature him on YAA!
To find more information about poverty and hunger, especially in Africa, click here.
Born in a refugee camp,
Torrential ruins, suffocating and damp,
A small child newly born,
Raised on minimal corn.
Right out of the crib,
Malnutrition has caused withdrawn ribs,
Wracked by surroundinmg death and disease,
Grimly stolen, the mother, seized.
Now his fate lay in others’ hands,
A small brick in a wall so grand,
Nonetheless, death of an innocent child,
Thrust into a greedy world, ruthless and wild.
Without our help, death is inevitable,
While the developed countries live in a fable,
Conveniently ignoring the death around,
The ipods, tv, facebook keeps us all bound.
Satisfaction from one life saved,
Outweighs our needless product waves,
So help once, and live in satisfaction,
For thou hath lengthened God’s innocent creation.
By Alex Dias
