Humanitarian Help Worker

Where many have before you close the door instead, you want to answer their SOS, call you - yourself go hungry and furthermore you helped the weak the very, small stand, tall. You helped them out-of-squalor, the gutter so they wouldn't have to crawl-with-hunger or have to plummet like leaves-aflutter in autumn fall sadly, always in that slumber. In numbers, that'd made your mind go numb, heaving and crying in pain, praying for a crumb you helped feed them, so they didn't succumb, so they too could carry on living, for years to come. A humanitarian mission is what you were on in your heart, there is nothing in this world you or other like-minded, can't improve on and yet you do it all unheard and unperturbed.