I don't know allways  what to feel when I read the
Anguish and the pain
The young poets and the old,  sometimes I really think
This world is insane
My one wish would be to help if I can, but my shoulders
Are small
My back is bent I cant stand straight,   carrying the weight
Have to crawl
But to everyone out there who is shouting and screaming,  you need to realise
There are people like you and me who read and feel and do
Hear your cries!