God, Help My People
War…the stench of death
How long?
How long will it fill our nostrils?
How long will the mothers cry
And babies die?
How many times will our young men
Be snatched away?
Their future riddled with shrapnel
Jagged metal pieces that ricochet
Into the hearts of those around
Tearing into dreams, and hopes
Gouging out promises of a better life
A future
How long….how long will the sound of war
Fill our ears with horror?
How long must we cower
As the powers that be
Play chess with our lives
A game in which
THERE ARE NO WINNERS!
WE DEMAND THE RIGHT TO LIVE!
OUR LIVES ARE JUST AS PRECIOUS
There is no First World
Second World
Third World price tags on human life
“I thought we all were children of GOD.”
ONE GOD
ONE!!!
The ravages of war live on
We are never the same
Walking wounded
With ugly scars that you see
And those that you can’t see
Are even more horrific
As they mark our marred minds
Showing we are insane
In constant pain
There is no gain
From WAR
Give us peace!
Give us a chance to live!
Like you….
We were made to be free, happy, fulfilled
We want to dream
We want to worship
We want to see tomorrow
Help us....
“I thought we all were, children of God.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The situation in the Middle East is volatile at the moment. Perhaps that is why the words of this song from Disney’s Hunch Back of Notre Dame, God Help the Outcasts, has been running around in my head all day. It depicts SO well my feelings towards the situation now. The sentences in quotation marks and the title are direct quotes from the song. Here is the link…LISTEN TO IT…and remember your BROTHERS AND SISTERS in the MIDDLE EAST who are not sure if tomorrow will dawn for them!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEEpavnk7Uw
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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