The Red Cross and The Battlefield

The Red Cross stands for a purpose  grand,
The best human mind can conceive;
Where war flings destruction abroad in the land,
The Red Cross goes forth to relieve.
Where our brave boys fall in the thick of the fight,
Even before the close of the day
The Red Cross goes forth in humanity's might,
To carry the wounded away.
They pray with the dying and bury
 the dead,
And the wounded have comfort and cheer;
For the Red Cross provides for each soldier a bed,
When pierced with shrapnel or spear,
And a nurse and a doctor will stand by the cot,
Where a soldier is needing their care.
The Red Cross provides for all those who fought,
Friend or foe any place, any where.
No matter what land, no matter what birth,
They ask not, but do with a will
All their hands find to do on this  troubled earth,
Their mission they gladly fulfill.
Can we help to bring comfort to each soldier boy?
Can we know they'll have care when they fall?
Each dallasi we give will some suffering allay,
Send some Red Cross where battle- fields call.
Let us join the Red Cross and all do our mite;
Am happy that I am part of the cite.

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet