The Seeds We Sow

My heart saddens at the thought
Of what our dollars have now bought
In a time and circumstance
Where so many need a chance.

The needs of many far outweigh
Self-centered greed seen every day.
If we’d stop to look around
Contented smiles would turn to frowns.

Stop, imagine, for a while
Your daily life filled full of trial.
Each living moment packed with strife
Clinging to a chance for life.

Feel your tummy growl in pain
Longing for a bowl of grain.
Your body’s weak, it always aches.
You catch disease, you’re cold and shake.

Your family’s gone they have been killed,
Atrocities while their blood’s spilled.
The grief you feel is so intense
You feel your heart has stopped dead since.

Numb, shattered, you look around
There’s nothing left, no home, no town.
Mounds of broken bricks, charred wood
Lie now where your life once stood.

The baby in your arms can’t cry
Because her little throat’s so dry.
You hold her tight as you do dare.
Her tiny body’s thin and bare.

Famine, slaughter, drought, disease
Has put your country to its knees.
Nothing’s left, no hope in sight;
This is now your daily plight.

Wake now, stand up, look about.
If you’re mad then you should shout,
“Let our excess go to those
Who live these lives of daily woes.”

Heal them, help them stay alive;
Find some way so they survive.
For in the end the seeds we sow
Will come back to us as they grow.

Good things done will reap good seed,
Ill deeds strewn will evil feed.
Choose wisely where our fortune’s spent
Make it become heaven sent.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater