Cold winds blow across the fields,
to this memory my mind yields.
Of days gone by when nights were long
and children sang their happy song.
Strangers came unto this land
seeing sights, oh so grand.
Skies of blues and seas of greens,
why can’t they look behind the scenes.
Now I’ve thoughts of this same time
dirty streets so full of grime.
Where no-one lives of their own free will
just children lying dead or ill.
Such a dream wrapped up in snow
what of the kids, no-where to go?
You return to your nice warm home
What of our youth? the streets they roam.
This one thing is what I pray,
Please don’t turn your head away.
When you see a youth in need
think of the love that could be freed.
No roof of stars, way up above.
All they need is caring love.
No ! Money isn’t all they need.
The healing starts with one kind deed
© Kevin A. Deane
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I was watching the television news, one afternoon and it was showing the state of poverty in a country – one that shall remain nameless as which country it was is irrelevant. The pictures of poverty; sick, hungry and homeless children touched my heart.
After the news I was flicking through the channels on the television set and saw one of those holiday programs. They were advertising the very same country and area but the picture they built was very different to that shown on the news.
Ah spin doctors and marketers, you just got to love them. This poem was written in response to that situation and because the same situation can happen anywhere in the world