I think about my ancestors, how they were treated so bad.  I think about the toil they suffered, it really makes me mad.
I think about the people, who knew  they could lend a happen hand.  Some just set idly by, this too makes me sad.
I ask myself a question; what can I do to correct the past?  I believe I have the answer; one I finally thought of at last.
I must never turn my head, to those who are looking for help.  I must do my very best, to see that love is felt.
I must never look away to conditions people live in.  If I do, it would only be a sin.
By, Sandra J. Nailing