Should the young children <br />Suffer for our sin, <br />Does it not grip your trembling <br />Heart within, <br /> <br />Most folk now are hard of heart, <br />Oblivious of their plight, <br />“It’s not my fault, nor can I help <br />It’s really not my fight”. <br /> <br />Statistics on their plight we read; <br />Of millions dying every year, <br />Dying, hungry, naked and alone. <br />Does mankind really care. <br /> <br />If all the orphaned children, <br />Were laid side by side; <br />They’d circumnavigate the globe; <br />A highway ten feet wide.<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aids-orphans/
