The face of hunger, the arms of cold
Through a town so dreary, gray and bleak
I silently crept along the street
And saw the young, the weak, the old.
A fearful glance of a stranger near,
Pleading eyes longing to be free
From the grip of death that reigned each year
From aching hearts, from stinging tears
Hoping that help would come through me.
The syringes and needles used as toys
The weakened tea, the hardened bread
The lack of clothes and the girls and boys
The grumbling, rumbling kind of noise
That empty stomachs make in bed.
I sighed as I looked the other way
Not wanting to see what I saw there:
The tenements and trash that lay
In muddy streets, where the children play
And laugh the same as kids everywhere.
I began to open up my heart
To those around me and I could see
That in a few, a new hope sparks
And light has come to replace the dark.
And Light has come to replace the dark!
by: Delana H. Stewart (c) November 1999