Poem: VI

What of the children starving each day,
Those so deprived they cannot go play,
All the families who’re brought to their knees
And those without medicine to fulfil their own needs?
What of the cancer killing each day,
Maybe with research we’ll ease the decay?
What of the poor dying alone,
Wasting away to nothing but bone?
What of war so horrific and mad,
The people who’ve died; the lives they once had?
So what of this world as bad as it seems?
Don’t yet despair! Have hope. Have dreams.

The Busy Papa

Also known as Aaron, The Busy Papa focuses on lifestyle, parenting and personal wellbeing content. He has two decades experience in creative writing (including several published poems) and strongly dislikes (though tolerates) tomatoes.