What Will it Take?

By Lenny Ellis



I wish I could do moreHelp us to live

to help my fellow man.by sharing your food

Not just pray,and after our bodies heal

but a helping hand.you’ll see our smiles.

And hear our laughter.

Ease his anguishborn of relief and gratitude

suffering and pain.

Hunger and thirst,But for now

and cries for rain.we’re still starving

I hear him cry outand rotting in the sun.

to God with his pleas.Bloated bellies…parched lips,

“Why must we sufferand flies all a hum.

death and disease?”

Stop the misery

Some people needis all we ask,

only simple things,by merely sharing

like food and water,such a simple task.

clean sheets and medicines.

For it’s truly a shame

Why do others hoard so much?to see a proud chieftain weep

While some of us,while food, drugs and liquor

bony ribs apparent,are wasted at feasts.

and shallow breaths

literally starve to death?While his villages hungry

children look up into their mother’s

There’s got to be a waysorrowful eyes and cry

to end this strife…themselves to sleep.

after all, isn’t sharing

the supposed way of life?



It’s appalling to know

that there’s so much food

Wasted and rotting away

while full stomachs sleep

and starving children weep.



What will it take

to move the heart

of my fellow man?

To make him understand

we need a helping hand?