For the Children of Yemen
Who'll speak for the children?
I see the images
emaciated bodies
skin on bones
hopeless eyes
ravaged souls
Who'll speak for the children?
while super powers play
the death toll speeds ahead
nobody speaks
third world souls
not so important
mass shootings are grieved
as they should be
as they should be
but...a soul is a soul
who'll speaks for the children of Yemen?
who speaks for those poor children
are third world souls less valuable
than first world ones?
Who'll speak for the children of Yemen
suffering for the sake of politics
dirty dirty word
dirty dirty world
dirty dirty propoganda
my soul weeps
but who am I?
I sit cocooned in my room
fattened by my good life
enjoying my wealth and status
It's easy to weep
in some far off country
It's easy to bemoan the plight
that's not my child
that's not me groveling for food
that's not me willing to sell my soul
to buy medicine for my family
to stay death
that's not me
that's not you
Who'll speak out for the children of Yemen?
Our silence will accuse us
when judgement day comes round
when that trumpet will sound
there will not be silence
Who will speak out for the children?
Who will help the children?
Who will love the children?
Who will die for the children?
Will YOU?
Eileen Manassian
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017
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