Reader, my story's an old one - and yet it's an ever-true one, it's always been - but each dawn, in understanding, I'm re-born...

I'm here to tell the story,
the unfairness of this world,
poor children,
poor peoples,
why?
Who awaits me ?
And I closed my hand
I will not give...
Why should I give ?
Starving -
Not my problem or? 
Why cannot other than me
give ?
Take care off...
Not mine problems or?
I'm re-born - do I care ?

If all give a little -
The world will be a better place.