SONG FOR SYRIA

ctvnews.ca via Madaya Medical Community report

Song for Syria,

sorrowing, sorrowing.

Big-eyed children

with every rib showing.

How can hearts harden

to continue warring

when they see the children

innocent, starving?

A normal human would 

stop the endless fighting,

put down the guns,

get right to work,

boiling the water,

gathering food, clearing the road

so the aid trucks can pass.

What's more important 

than feeding the children?

Not ideologies,  politics,

borders or power.

An ancient soul peers through
those surrendering eyes,

waits a thousand years

for the world to evolve.

First, feed the children.

Mop up their tears.

Then ask why we're fighting

for all of these years?

The news reports of the skeletal children trapped in areas of Syria without food reminded me of the suffering souls in the concentration camps of World War II, and of the famine in Bangladesh and other countries. The look in those eyes is ancient - having seen it all before, they simply succumb to their fate. God must weep at what man does to his fellow man and - especially - to the children.