The Humanitarian — A poem

Courtesy of the  Met Collection  and their Open Access Policy

Courtesy of the Met Collection and their Open Access Policy

Most shun my appearance.

“The lowly type,” they say.

But I am much more than my humble stance relays. 

I strive to make each of my actions help my fellow friends in need.

These friends may be from countries far away,

Or neighbours across the street. 

Whatever it is that they seek,

I gather my community together to give them what they need. 

It’s hard to find people to work together for causes such as these.

The excuses are plenty,

And various indeed. 

The common ones are simple, 

Like business or greed.

We don’t like giving,

But expect the world to give us all we need. 

We should instead,

Stop a moment to think about the world.

Of how there’s children with no water,

To whom food and shelter are a rarity.

We must come together 

And leave our busy schedules behind.

For just a few moments,

We should put our thoughts on issues much greater than our own.

You may be of those who ignore me,

Who disregard the value in my words.

But let me just remind you of things you already know.

The world is full of disaster and those who are in need. 

So take a moment and reflect on all your deeds. 

No need to worry, 

there’s plenty of time to change your ignorant habits.

It all starts with a thought,

And then the positive changes will happen. 

— by Nora Popescu