If words could feed a starving soul
Or fill a simple bowl,
If speech could heal the wounds of war
Or patch a broken door,
If verse alone could stop the cry
Of homeless as they kneel and die,
With looks that beg of you and I,
With a soft and questioning sigh,
Why speak when you could really try,
Why speak and then give no reply…
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Beautifully written, the anguish of a sensitive soul, for a world full of sickness, hunger, wars, which then begs the question: what can i do? what can i do? what can i do?