They Cannot Get Any Aid. Poem by David Boyce

They cannot get any aid.

In this angry world,
So bitter and sore,
Too many countries leaders,
Trying to win their score.

Loads of people injured,
Left in severe pain,
With poverty and hunger,
Causing a massive strain.

People so down trodden,
They don't know where to begin,
Yet their leaders do nothing,
But smirk and grin.

With bombs and bullets flying everywhere,
The people are so afraid,
But because it is so dangerous,
They cannot get any aid.


Written by David Boyce
27 December 2015
David Boyce © 2015