(By Jan Phillips)
In this world so filled with hate,
There is never enough food
To fill my empty plate.
My body is oh so weary
Of the fight I cannot win
Against the hunger pains
That come and come again.
Oh help me! Help me!
Each night I cry.
Wont you please help me
Before I die.
I have no job,
So there is no pay,
How in the world
Did I get this way?
Give me a job,
That’s my plea.
Help me break this
Cycle of poverty.
