What was I made for?

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
I 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
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