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
