Charity poem

Charity.
You look at the changes taking place,
and you look at the world with dismay,
and you take one look at the promotional leaflets,
and throw them away,
for what is its worth,
when the news is more of the same,
and at your age,
what is the point in buying one in the first place,
because you have seen it all before,
and you have watched millions die,
you have watched more disasters,
more disasters than you care to remember,
and you sat transfixed for a while,
before becoming immune,
to the screams and the cries for help,
and you counted the people,
counting the money at charity events,
and from youth,
you even joined in raising money yourself,
but then, you became older,
and you became jaded, and wondered did it really help,
because, when the problems continue,
for decades without being resolved,
and your determination it begins to fold,
how frustrating it is, where logic is not applied,
and the problems are not permanently solved.

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