Poor souls

Poor souls
Many rich people have cold souls
I tread on broken dreams,
orphans, hungry and naked
with dry tears on his cheeks
trembling on the dry ground in pain
we look around at wars and carelessness,
thousands of lives die daily
nobody cares
rather than throwing words to the wind
it would be better to build orphanages, shelters for the underprivileged
there is a lot of contempt, ignoring moral values
humanity, honor and respect be an ideal
let us unite as brothers, without hatred and selfishness.
everything brings us to our knees and we ask for peace and tranquility in the world.
© Lenuş Lungu