What was I made for? I was made to be God's poet Every day Writing some poetry With my poems I hope to send A message to the world That is in trouble I hope the God's people Gets my message That I am trying So hard To send to them I seem so many poverty In the streets of Toronto The poor people During the Summer Sleeps in the street Of Toronto Also they are always starving Because nobody else Feeds than Besides me and God We can't afford to let the Poor starve So we feed the poor every Single day Also we give them a drink With their meal Because they are dehydrated When the Summer is over We will bring the poor To the shelters for The Fall and Winter Because we can't afford To let the poor die Of frostbite In that cold weather That would not be A good thing
