Child with a tear…

So much destruction, so much despair,

wherever you look, are those who don’t care.

All about money, all about greed,

all about oil, not how we grow feed.

 

Powerful bodies, globally meet,

exchanging views, sustain a seat.

All about talking, voices are heard,

now to a banquet, how absurd.

 

Wars all around us, killing on streets,

bombs and explosions, bulleted sheets:

All about hatred, murder and rape,

hostages taken, filmed screaming on tape.

 

Ignorance lingers, in a world full of fear.

a child, is a child, is a child with a tear.

© Liola Lee 2007

I wrote this many years ago but the sentiment remains sadly the same…

 

 

 

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