weight of the world

This poem is about witnessing horrible things in the world, and feeling helpless.

Hungry children in the streets,
                                They cry.
And parents watch their children die.
They have no faith, no hopes,
                                  No dreams.
Just lonliness and woeful screams.
                They try so hard,
                                  To ease the pain.
Attempts are almost all in vain.
The light goes out behind sad eyes,
                          We know that they will ne'er rise.
                      Yet in the end,
                                              Wheb left to bed
Rarely a tear is ever shed.