Amour, love, the dream of man, Woman’s deep devoted plan. AmourAmor means no hungry child, Begging, hair blowing wild. Searching amongst the rats and mice, Left-over food, contaminated rice. Eyes, the saddest soul sight, Hidden is the child’s plight. Bleeding feet, glass cut bare, Dirty rags for a child to wear. Clambering through the bin, Society’s senseless sin. Amor, love save this child’s life, Poverty is the nefarious knife, A child of poverty and strife, Deserves amour, love of life. Maureen Brindle from Beloved Isles[Inspired by H.H. Princess Maria Armor We Care for Humanity]

Beloved Isles