Charmaine Chircop Poet I do not know?

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

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Johnny Rhinem February 15, 2014 at 3:41 PM John Lennon's, 'Imagine:' A Somewhat Haunting Verse In Regards Unto How Some Within Humanity Always Find A Way As Reason To Fight, War And Kill One Another.... A Thought Upon One Jewel Within Your Priceless Beauty's Touching Painting, Sweet Beautiful Charma Charmaine ~ Somehow Someway, I Believe That It Within Itself Bleeds Truth's Light, Into Your Many Treasures Other Loving Brush Strokes Here Upon, Her PoetrySoup's Front Page Features ~ Congratulations, And I Do Remember This, Your Poetic Princesses Own Haunting In Bittersweets, Beauty ~ My Love, Always & Forever, John ... Ps., I Am Going To Favour It's Brightened Hues, In Love, For These Very Reasons ~

Carrie Richards February 13, 2014 at 5:10 PM The empathy in every line is one that I so often feel as well. It is sometimes to much to bear, dear Charmaine, when in the midst of our daily lives, as we sip our wine, or spend our day in the sun, ...there are always things going on somewhere else to bring grief or tragedy to the innocent. I often have my head on my pillow, and dwell on these very things. This is a touching poem that I do understand with my heart. You are a beautiful soul. :)

Skat A February 11, 2014 at 8:58 PM Charmine, , congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups home page:-) ~ Loving ~ SKAT

Donna Jones February 10, 2014 at 6:19 PM This poem shows what a wonderful person you are..I really enjoyed reading your featured poem this week..

James Fraser July 11, 2009 at 11:40 AM Sadly, the politicians don't listen, awesome words Charmaine>>James

Frank F. Atanacio March 23, 2009 at 9:45 AM I see what you mean I loved this poem it's in my favs now---wow well written

Donald Cauthon March 22, 2009 at 9:55 PM Hey, Whether it's war with the romans, the nazi's or iraq there will always be war. Homeless too. Be glad the vote from above was for you too be on your boat. It was a good write, please write more

Leon Wilson March 22, 2009 at 4:26 PM I hear your heart and say amen to this one Charmaine. Leon