Helpless In Poverty Poem by James Callos Jordan

Walking on this crooked road,
On my way back to my home;
Reminds me of poignant thoughts.

Seeing these people around,
Whose dreams were taken away;
By this creature we fashioned.

This heartless being so firm,
To what he is all about;
And doesn’t deny a thing.

My pace slows down to ponder,
Of ways to slay this dire thing;
And put an end to this pain.

As I go deeper in thought,
Realization strikes me;
Of this discernible truth.

The only way to lay end,
To this pointless suffering;
Is to diminish its roots.

Now looking behind that road,
Says just one statement of plea;
Take action and start it now.

March 18,2009