Poor souls

Their bones ache for some sort of food,
Their lips dry from lack of water,
Their heads racking from a false delude,
Because they see no neighbours like they think they oughta.

Their eyes cloudy with fear of death,
Their limbs skinny with harsh starvation,
They weep emotional pain of the ones who have left,
Their loved ones who could have received salvation.

But we a human race are stupidly selfish,
We do not see the suffering of our freewill,
we could save these poor souls if we werent so stand-offish,
Its more than settling their pain with popping a pill.

We ignore their pleas as they cry so helplessly,
Yet we spend all the money in the world,
We hear them scream as their bodies fail painfully,
Their stomachs swollen, their legs curled.

And yet i hear others say "God would heal and stop the pain",
Free all the innocent from dying,
But we are more powerful than God, we live on earth,
If we said we'd give up everything for the poor, we would be lying.

For no one is perfect and because of someone's selfishness, torture is inflicted on others and they are left helpless.