New Dawn - David Charles Rowan

child sleeping in a doorway crieshis broken home breaking him insidetrafficked girl screams every nightshe may never return homefood-bank ‘shopping’; a modern plightthe poor to the wealthy; an irksome blightstepping around the woman in the snowwhere did our humanity gohands of light warm the street soup standcourageous flight to a broken landbeliefs and histories can distort the viewbut there's a light within me and youif we see the soul-full; light, withina new dawn for your heart beginslet our hands of light find compassion's gloveSoul family of Love© David Charles Rowan