Song for the world's children:
in Iran, in Ukraine, in Gaza,
in so many desperate, terrified
and hungry places,
a song that is
in Iran, in Ukraine, in Gaza,
in so many desperate, terrified
and hungry places,
a song that is
sorrowing, sorrowing,
a song that has no end.
a song that has no end.
Big-eyed children
with every rib showing,
hiding in the rubble,
sitting on their grandmothers' laps,
those grandmas with weary eyes,
who have seen this all their lives,
and it still makes no sense.
hiding in the rubble,
sitting on their grandmothers' laps,
those grandmas with weary eyes,
who have seen this all their lives,
and it still makes no sense.
How can hearts harden enough
to continue warring
when they see the children:
innocent, starving,
being killed by bombs?
being killed by bombs?
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;
it waits a thousand years
for the world to evolve.
First, feed the children.
Mop up their tears.
Then ask why we've been fighting
for all of these years?
Heartbreaking, Sherry! This is so true:
ReplyDelete"What's more important
than feeding the children?
Not ideologies, politics,
borders or power."
It seems that so many have forgotten about that in this world today. Your poem is a powerful reminder of what is important.
"A normal human would
ReplyDeletestop the endless fighting,
put down the guns,
get right to work . . . "
Yes! Normal is in hiding or looking for a place to hide. And looking out of wise heartbroken eyes at the crazy reality. A powerful poem-song!
The last stanza simply and most powerfully tells us about the duty of the human kind. But who is listening? A few days ago Pakistan bombed a Kabul hospital killing over 400 people. No one's thinking about the children. So, so sad.
ReplyDeleteWhat's more important than feeding the children? So true. And yet the dehumanization has reached such levels that they aren't even thought of as children any more. What a sad, sad world. Thank you, Sherry for being their voice.
ReplyDelete"First, feed the children.
ReplyDeleteMop up their tears." exactly A powerful message you got here Thank you
A delicately but powerfully written poem - why indeed - Jae
ReplyDeleteLindo poema que nos emociona. Pensar nessas crianças que tanto estão sofrendo com as guerras nos dá calafrios. Triste situação! beijos, chica
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, children pay the high price. sigh...feed the children indeed. sigh
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