Give Eyes To The Poor Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

Deep exhalations on the chaotic street
Wounded the old rugged heel of the weary feet
Shadows of poverty make the eyes go dim
And the weeping voice cannot fulfill its dream

I hear the mournful cries of the needy
And I can’t look on the pains they take;
The bites of grief and the stomach’s ache
O, is there a help to the poverty?

I hope that we know the purpose of our hands
People, let’s show compassion on thirsty lands
Let us help our fellow men to stand and rise
We have hands to help, so on the poor- give eyes

People, let’s not hesitate to share
For like a tree, we have fruits to bear
And those fruits would feed the poor’s hungry calls
In little ways, let’s break the conflict’s walls

O people, into selfishness do not go
We have a heart and we have kindness to show
The seeds we’ve planted will bloom on the future
So open our hearts and give eyes to the poor.