Poverty Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

I have cross many oceans
I have travelled many lands
Seen many different cultures
Shook many many hands
The one thing that upset me
On my travels far and wide
Seeing slums people lived in
The poverty they had to suffer
Oil producing countries
Where the elite got all the wealth
Their people felt the hunger
Their children starved to death
Organisations try to help them
With donations from outside
Cloths food and medical supplies
With clean water are very scarce
The problems are enormous
Trying to get to those in need
Before you close your eyes
Pray for them tonight