Spare a thought for the poorly child
wherever they may be;
Give freely for that tragic child
at home or o’er the sea.
Neglected mites of this great world,
such plights mar all mankind;
Their minds not on God like some,
but where a meal to find.
I see those faces, black and white,
some of a yellow tinge;
To squat and wonder, watch or stare,
from corners perhaps to cringe.
To have enough is blessed and well
through the famished eye;
Pay heed all ye who would pass by,
help them before they die.
Monty Alexander 28.5.99