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
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2009
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