Zaire Poem by Victoria Gauci

Who is helping all the children,
Who are starving overseas?
Who is caring for the ill,
All those dying from disease?
The children are all skeletons,
A hint of skin on bones,
Cannot something be done for them?
Get the President on the phone!
Flies and insects hover there,
On eyes so filled with pain,
Infants dying
Mothers crying,
Tears fall down like rain,
Helicopters dropp the food,
Then it's stolen by the guns,
Everyone is out of control,
Affliction starts the run,
A stampede of the starving,
Moving on an endless Earth,
They need an angel sent to them,
To ease their hunger and the hurt.