As I look at the folks next door

With little children, three or four

Sleeping rough, on that cold floor

Where some need help, with even more

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I wonder how, they can ever cope

Have they yet reached, the end of the rope?

Do they, perhaps, look up to the Pope?

Looking for help, searching for hope

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I hear their cries and feeble screams

So late, they stop, or so it seems

And no one smiles, or ever beams

A happy smile or happy dreams

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But where are those, who offer aid?

Have they yet given, or ever paid?

A tiny chink, of what they made?

To those who starve, before they fade?

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For peace is not, the absence of war

Peace is also, when we make sure

That children drink, their water pure

And we can find, for Covid a cure

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Is it their fault, that they’re bereft?

Of the basics of life, and then left

To the mercy of those, who just might lift

A finger with a bun, or a tiny gift?

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Let us reflect, and let us think

That while some wear, expensive mink

There are those who, can’t find a drink

Or a mattress where their bones could sink

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Whether we believe in God or not

And whether our clime is cool or hot

Let’s give a little, and care a lot

Let’s make an effort, to share that pot!