They Need Help! Poem by Jak Hard

A golden smile,
Let it stay for a while.
It brings so much joy,
More joy than a toy.
Fun is a need, more needed than most,
A need that is more expensive than the entire coast.

It is a branch of faith, a reward for endurance and a sense that we truly require,
And it leaves an impression on people like that of dirt and a tyre.
It burns through hate and evil doings like a blazing, golden fire and
It washes away the lies and brings truth and joy into a liar.
Those in poverty and grief beg for joy and
all those children their desired toys but
Us people in rich countries are taking joy for granted,
We cry over the slightest things even if nothing is slanted.

Why do we sook when those poor kids die and cry themselves to sleep?
Why do we cry, oh why, why, why do we cry when those kids have nothing to keep.
They are living in poverty, a factor worse than bereavement,
Something to complain about for sure.
They are dying, forever trying but no one will open a door!
“But then one day” they cry in hope
“A person will save us, they will cure our choke! ”

While we complain and argue and fight, those poor kids are losing their might.
They need a home, a family, a medication,
They need a boss, clean water and an education.
They ask for freedom, not that filthy slavery,
They ask for happiness and a man’s kind bravery.

I ask by their accord that you stand up to fight,
Not just for food but for their weakening and failing rights!
Help them, oh hear them! Hear their prayers!
Listen and be motivated to give back what is theirs!
Give them their freedom, their home, their needs!
Give them a family and a faith above these!
They cannot live for any longer,
If we just stand here! We need to be stronger!

So I, like them, get down on my knees and
Beg for you go help all these.
This generation can be one to remember if
We can save those kids and return the sadness to its sender.
We are here for a purpose and that is of others!
Finding those lost giving them back to their mothers.

Did you know that one billion people of our Earth are
Living in poverty, right from birth.
Two thirds of them are children and toddlers and babies,
Their parents dead and the leader lazy!
Help them oh help them, hear their prayers!
Bring them back into some care.

They sing those songs of freedom and wishes,
They sing for food not on the ground but on dishes.
The greatest commandment says Love each other so what has gone wrong down here?
Our neighbours are dying and forever trying, they have no strength to hold back a tear!

They live on only faith and hope,
They need all you to send them a rope.

They need a vision, they need a future, they need for you to lend a hand,
they need water, trees and fertile soil, not sand.
They need a bed or a mattress, not an old sheet.
They need shoes or sandals, they cannot have bare feet.

They cry in a pain, more excruciating than we can comprehend.
Yet we do nothing! Not a single thing! We leave them for themselves to defend!
They have dreams that they cannot carry out,
Dreams that they need for you not to blow out for
these children who are candles, they weep for a cause,
And we who just sit here must like it and applause,
‘cos if we are just letting it happen, it is definitely our fault and
We need to stop the evil now! It is time for a thinking revolt!

So tie up your hair and put on a cap and pull out your gun of joy and
Shoot at those evil, shoot at those bad and give those children their desired toy for
Fun is a need more needed than most and we lose it at our expense,
so let us Climb each day with joy and faith in our hearts
And lets knock over the
evil’s defence.