Poems From Inside Me

Canada Poem

This Cold and Unforgiving Place

Can you hear the children crying

Do you see them, they are dying

HIV, neglect, starvation

Right here in this very nation

It makes me feel so very low

Because in my heart I truly know

None of those people really have to die

If we just listen to their hungry cry

I put a couple of dollars in the collection

But to the poor I give no hope and no affection

Those sad souls without direction

It is time for self inspection

It isn't just the ones from far away

You can leave your house they say

And see the sad lonely sickly on their way

To beg enough for one more day

I also don't give up any time

Though poverty is a fault of mine

Because I have so much and I am in my prime

Truly helping wouldn't cost a dime

We bring some families to this land

And then refuse to offer a hand

To love them or to teach them

To sit down and truly reach them

It makes no sense to bring them to this place

And then tell them to their face

That though they once were Doctors, Lawyers, Teachers

To us they are no better than crawly creatures

Is it any wonder they band together in some places

Where a smile crosses no one's faces

And you lock every door out of fright

And never let children out of sight

There is so much more that we could do

If our hearts were even just a little true

If all were taught to reach out their right hand

To those who are from any kind of land

We are just humans after all

We share in Adam's fall

And most of us have the same redeemer

Who wants you and me to both be healers

Though still we have our ethnic places

Cities within cities set apart by races

Why can't we all face life's trials as one

We are all some mother's daughter or son

We share this planet we live in

But we claim this land was given

Only to us and we are driven

To feed our fires of blind ambition

But I will admit that I'm in confusion

Because sometimes when we give it is just illusion

Some charity wolves wear cloaks of lambskin

And I admit I have been taken

I just want to love my fellow man

Truly blindly give a hand

Give enough of the real me to help him stand

Laugh and love and share the land

For so many this place is a last respite

And young or old we all will feel the bite

Of cold and hunger, sickness, spite

But I swear it is worth each and every fight

Leif Gregersen

May 17, 2014

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