By Katie DeCubellis
I open my eyes and begin to see,
All of the horrors there happen to be.
The children on the street begging for food,
What a horrible life, so terribly crude.
The young and the old lying in gutters,
When they ask for food, people reply with mutters.
Searching the garbage for food to eat,
Maybe some clothing or shoes for their feet.
The sick and the sad trying to find,
Someone to help them, someone who’s kind.
So next time you hear their cries and their yelps,
Try to be kind, try to help.