A child was born

Today a child was born in poverty
No water clean to drink or home to rest
That wasted food could feed his family
While some decide between the leg and breast
And though I’m not a man of Christian thought
December twenty fifth embodies greed
I think the day is useful and it ought
To make us stop and think of want and need
Next year we could all help our fellow man
But now is where the future must begin
And if we work together know we can
Create a different world for living in
Imagine if next Christmas there might be
No children being born in poverty

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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