Heed The Word Poem by Adrian Yates

Heed The Word

The sad eyed chilg gazing down
From posters pasted all o'er the town.
A starving waif from foreign lands
With broomstick limbs and outstretched hands.
Of earthy riches she knows not,
Poverty has always been her lot.
Do we see her, do we care
That of this world her meagre share.
Is plain to see around her eyes,
A swarm of parasitic flies.
She's just another face for all to see
Just another heartfelt plea.
Amongst so many which implore,
Every day for more and more.
How many pockets do we need,
To help the starving ones to feed.
To help the homeless to keep warm,
And keep the refugee from harm.
To save the forest, beast and bird,
Will anybody heed the word.
That says treat not this world so rough,
Come everybody, Cry ENOUGH, ENOUGH.


Adrian Yates.