A Time To Act. Poem by Graham Jones

I see their eyes, and hear their cries
It breaks my aching heart
I hear their pleas, by right decrees
They are not a race apart

They need our help, yet ask it not
The creeping cold will kill
They huddle round their camp fires
While frostbite steals their will

Natures might will break them
It's taken all their homes
Bereft of all the basics
To be reduced to skin and bones

All the nations, should now combine
To halt this creeping death
With food and clothes, and foreign aid
To release them from distress

The western world and leaders
Should get their act together
We have the wealth, to restore their health
Even if we cannot stop the weather.