New Dawn - David Charles Rowan

child sleeping in a doorway cries

his broken home breaking him inside

trafficked girl screams every night

she may never return home

food-bank ‘shopping’; a modern plight

the poor to the wealthy; an irksome blight

stepping around the woman in the snow

where did our humanity go

hands of light warm the street soup stand

courageous flight to a broken land

beliefs and histories can distort the view

but there's a light within me and you

if we see the soul-full; light, within

a new dawn for your heart begins

let our hands of light find compassion's glove

Soul family of Love

© David Charles Rowan