Let us care, for those in U.S.A,
Where in New York, the struggles do stay;
The poor folk, left in the dark and cold,
From the very young children, to the old.
Let us help, get them to a place that's right,
Where they'll have a warm bed at night;
The disabled and the poor, need some care,
This is my concern, and my solemn prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem