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We Can Feed The Hungry

IF HUNGRY CHILDREN AND THEIR PARENTS SEEM COLD AND BITTER, THEN I BEG OF YOU, JUST STOP AND CONSIDER ALL THEY’VE GONE THROUGH, DON’T BE QUICK TO CONDEMN THEM FOR THINGS THEY MIGHT DO.

JUST REMEMBER LIFE TURNED THEM THAT WAY.

THEY’VE BEEN WALKED ON AND STEPPED ON SO MANY TIMES, AND I HATE TO ADMIT IT BUT THE LAST FOOTPRINTS ARE THOSE CLAIMING TO HELP THEM.

THEY WERE CRYING YEARS AGO, THEY ARE CRYING HARDER TODAY. SO DON’T BLAME THEM, LIFE TURNED THEM THAT WAY.
SO I WROTE THIS SMALL NOTE TO EXPRESS HOW HUMANITY FAILS TO FEEL THE PAIN OF THE HUNGRY WORLD-WIDE.

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Out of reach
by bob

I know that I’ll never feel any true shame
So far from you and all your hunger pain
Just our of reach of my endless love of gain
As I cleverly earned all my worldly fame
I clearly see you deserve your mark of Cain
Just out of reach of my endless love of gain
Your crying call for my help must go in vain
I don’t even seek to know your worthless name
Just out of reach of my endless love of gain

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GANDHI HEARD THEIR CRY AND HE WARNED THE WORLD THAT "POVERTY IS THE WORST FORM OF VIOLENCE".

THIS IN EFFECT MAKES IT CLEAR THAT PEACE ON EARTH WILL NEVER EXIST UNTIL WE FIRST END POVERTY.

Moreover, try and remember the achievements of the blind Helen Keller as well as the running wild young boy.
The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted
as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches
of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life
with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent
on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough
to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath
approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me
with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement,
"Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower,
and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn -
too little rain, too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower
and go off to play,
I faked a small smile
and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
and declared with surprise,
"It sure smells pretty
and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;
here - it's for you."
The weed before me
was dying or dead,
Not vibrant of colors,
orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it,
or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied,
"Just what I need."
But instead of him placing
the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air
without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed
for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see;
he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking
the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled,
and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact
he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered
how he managed to see
A self-pitying old man
beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of
my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
....blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child,
at last I could see
The problem was not with the world;
the problem was me.
And for all of those times
I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.
Then I held that wilted flower
up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance
of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
another weed in his hand
About to change the life
of another unsuspecting old man.
And also remember how Nelson Mandela went from 18 years of prision to the frist black home town President of South Africa:

INVICTUS
By W. E. Henley

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit, from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid
It matter not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
DESPITE THE DIFFICULTY, WE CAN FEED THE HUNGRY. IT IS JUST A MATTER OF HEART CONTROLING MIND.
LETS GET STARTED NOW.
bobpippin bobpippin 70+, M Sep 19, 2013

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