Isn't It True

A poem I wrote when I could not think of any other topic to write on. This poem speaks of injustice and the lack of peace.

I switch on the TV

Then browse to the news.

It's a sad fact

Of what the world views.

Wars and famine,

Death and tears,

Disasters and madness,

People full of fears.

Then I realized

That these need not be.

The homeless can be saved;

The children happy.

Isn't it true

That many of these sadness

Can be taken away

By little acts of kindness?

Isn't it true

That wars rage on,

And we loose friends,

mothers, a son?

So I believe

Wars need not be an option.

I am very sure

There is a peaceful solution.

Isn't it true

We have plenty to share,

Not like those in Africa

Who live with so little and bare?

So I believe

We can start giving.

Food to the homeless;

Joy to the living.

Whenever you see

People in need,

Make a mental note

To perform a good deed.

Not because people are looking

Or because you want something back,

But because you feel for them,

The people whom everything lack.