The next poem I am going to post was written in response to seeing the starving and suffering Kurdish and Bangledeshi people on Television.

Pain


They stand on stage and sing
Claiming adulation as they dance
Not for themselves
They're millionaires:-
They want "us" to give to the suffering.

They stand there in Parliament,
Arguing like children just to score points
All for themselves.
They need votes:-
"Compassionate" aid is sent.

They go around the streets preaching
Like a competition to convert the most
All for themselves.
They want to get to Heaven:-
A hungry babe in screaching.

17th May 1991 - Ealing, London, England.

"The King will reply, "I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these you did not do for me". Then they will go away to Eternal punishment".

Matthew 26: 45,46.

-Richard