Look down upon the huddled masses.
Compassion wells.
Your heart speaks without words.
Torture could not hurt as badly.
Suffer this feeling gladly.
‘Tis the voice of your soul awakening.

Compassion, pity,
The desire to help…
These are the gifts of the Spirit.
You need not great wealth to give.
Open your hearts and send love.
The greatest power there is.

“But love won’t feed a hungry man,” you say.
How little you understand.
Love is all there is.
You must first find love,
Then all else will follow.
Wallets will open.
Food and water will flow.
But first true compassion must all men know.

Break down the barriers that divide.
No color, no status does love abide.
Love knows nothing of differences,
Only pure light.
So open your hearts
And brighten the night.

I thought, “That was beautiful. Now can you give me a more traditional poem?” The following immediately flowed, non-stop, but I see now that it can’t compare to the first one:

Once upon a distant shore
There came a strong and frightening roar
As walls crashed down, reduced to rubble,
Leaving millions with pain and trouble.

So many died, yet more still live.
And now the world will learn to give.
By seeing that all men are one,
Uniting in the work to be done.

When so many face such need
With endless little mouths to feed,
Then color and language matter not
For all are reduced to one small dot:

It’s the spark of awareness from which all arise
The light of God’s love, which fills the skies,
And feeling this within the heart,
All work together for a fresh, new start.