the poor in our midst

Where lie our allegiance?

Our own people living in squalor

Do the masses crowd in to help?

Look around our cities and towns

Many do need help

Many never get it

They go to sleep hungry

Some without roof over their heads

Because it isn't in the news

Even the people who want to help

They aren't notified...

Though in the city

We find the Kitchen Brigades

They give out food to the needy

And the homeless and drug addicts

Charity must begin at home

That's the way it should happen

Settle our own people in misery

Before we go out to reach for others