Sorrow In A Ditch-Poetry by Mom, Age 90

This poem was written by my mom, age 90 who currently resides in a nursing home. She is a survivor overcoming many hardships, including COVID. I have great love and admiration for her!
She has always had a heart filled with love and compassion for the hurting and those in need. She and I put our thoughts together to create this poem of love for others in faraway lands who feel the sorrow of living in a ditch!

Sorrow In A Ditch!

In a land far away where bullets fly,
No one listens to the hurting ones cry.
Homes are gone and no food is to be had.
Girls are raped, babies killed-conditions bad.

Meetings are held in a strong, wealthy land.
No problems are solved, nor answers at hand,
Yet their flags fly high in a cobalt sky.
Only angels hear their far away cry.

How can people living in vast lands rich
Care not about those who live in a ditch?
Do they hear not their pleas and mournful cry,
Nor feel remorse when they suffer and die?

There is more than enough on God’s good earth
To feed, clothe, and provide each day from birth,
But greed runs rampant to supply the rich
And blinds their eyes to the ones in the ditch.

Sparrows and eagles can soar together.
Can’t leaders agree one with another?
God’s wild creatures find ways to get along.
Let us hear notes of the bird’s joyful song.

We must meet and come to the conclusion
That hope for peace is not an illusion
Formulated by the elite and rich
For those living with sorrow in a ditch.