“ten Million People” Poem by Frank Letras

Every time you or I
Find something to complain about
Just spare a moment’s thought
For those caught up in the drought.
Dying wouldn’t be glorious or pleasant
No one ever said it would
But how inglorious is a death
Caused by the lack of food?
In the comfort of our home
It is easy for us to separate
We may give a couple of dollars
But then we have already ate.
Living with a full stomach
And unlimited resources
We will never tackle famine
Drought, pestilence and its sources.
In two thousand and eleven
Nobody should die from starvation
It should be the first thing on the agenda
Of everybody in every nation.
Shame on us for being so selfish
It’s an absolute disgrace
We aren’t black, brown or white
We are all from the same race.

Even if only one life can be saved
Shouldn’t we even try?
The price of doing nothing is simple
Ten million people will die.