The Cry

I can hear the cry of children in Etiopia dying hungry ,every minute through the time Whilst I'm at home eating pure beef filling my glass with redwine I can hear the cry of homeless, which lay shivering in the streets whilst I'm home,right by the fire-place 'neath my blanket,eating sweets. I can hear the cry of people Unemployment their new boss While my work still holds security Others'dignity is at loss I Can hear September's cry How many innocent to die The Twin towers mark the day For lost friends I kneel and pray I can hear a soldier's cry battling in a dirty war Politicians state him hero, whilst the blood still on the floor. I can hear the cry in Iraq as civilians get shot down whilst I'm safe licking the sunshine driving my car into town I can hear the cry of Izrael Palestines in the blue as borders hold lone teardrops Peace is a taboo I can hear the cry of refugees leaving loved ones and their land facing rough seas,and wild waters, Hope awaits a welcome hand I am on our boat relaxing when a thought fills up my mind Hypocrite and burocratic is this gaya of dark lies Who am I,What can i do? I'm a nobody,just a citizen like you. I vote for unloyal politicians, and give them power too. Ahh!this cry I keep on hearing of the poor and those at war Politicians,this I beg you No more sorrow,please!! NO MORE!! -CHARMA