A Poem for the Salvation Army

I wrote this last Christmas to thank the Salvation Army for their generous work throughout the year but somehow didn't get round to publishing it at all!

The plight of those who have nothing,

But still strive to become something,

Have lives that aren’t worth every hour,

Spent on the streets, turning sour.

 

That girl you saw running for her life,

Her every day overrun with strife,

Needing to leave her house of pain,

Battling her way through the driving rain.

 

The only place she can find liberation,

Is a much more special salvation,

A group of people, more like an army,

That will receive them kindly, calmly.

 

The Salvation Army is always there,

Donate to them if you care,

About those who are on the streets tonight,

And the world ignores their frantic plight.

 

For Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without,

A hot meal, friends, and a Brussels sprout.

Author's Note

Honest reviews please :)