And the Children Die

Now I understand Now I know Older and wiser I understand with pain in my stomach The suffering of a child I have lived to learn how unforgivable it is to Standby while they die A life like box in my living room tells me stories Of babies who have no more tears to cry Their blank stares begging for nothing Their frail bodies exposed to us as evidence As humanity sits by helpless, I Cry What do I do while they die? Am I an unwitting participant in this Me game? Or worse, is it knowingly? Am I forgiven because I cry? Or do I close the light at night and know that absolution will never be gifted to the human race until we take each others hands as one people united in our common goal, making decisions advocating compassion, above Everything How do we find our way While they die Am I getting wiser or just older? My heart aches for the children So I try to help one But it’s not enough for me We need leaders who will choose to save the children We need countries caring about their suffering people But it is easier to build weapons Hold my hand while we cry And the children die