Does nobody care?
Can nobody hear
The calls of the dying and hungry,
Poor and restless with fear?
How can we be content with our actions,
Yet achieve no satisfaction
For our souls?
The Plan of the Man
Has not been fulfilled unless
We show and do what we can.
We cannot let them be afraid.
We cannot sit idly by,
And allow them to suffer
The poverty perspective
Can often be misconceptive
Because no one chooses to be separated apart,
Yet they still find a shimmer of happiness
In their heart.
They need help,
But who can help them?
We must lend that helping hand.
We must show them all
We’re doing what we can.
The people we help live and breathe together,
Containing the spirit with love forever.
They know the one thing they need to survive
Are people like us who have come alive.