Love Them Poem by umoh cyril

The crying child,
At my backyard,
The mourning mother,
On the streets,

Give alms to them,
Love and cherish them,
Cry with them,
And sing for them,

The beggars on the streets,
Are your brothers,
They always think of you,
And your good health,

They need your love,
Please give them more,
Help them grow,
Give alms to the poor,

That weeping mother,
Knocking on your heart,
Those crying children,
Aiming for your heart,

Their song for needs,
Put holes in my heart,
I feel for them,
Lying on the cold ground,

But I promise you a change,
That you all will no longer weep for alms,
For then alms will be yours to give.