Her blood stained hands wipes the tears off her eye
The wound is hurting she can’t get by
She finds her brother in the rubble, his body is numb
She sits down, wonders what happened to dad & mum
There’s a lump in her throat, she’s all alone
She looks up, is that sound a drone?
– (Ml) Yusuf Omar
Once darkness settles, she steps out
From bin to bin, moving about
Rummaging for leftover bits of trashed food
To see images or hear this news, are we not moved?
Although she lives in a distant land
We are not prevented from lending a helping hand
She is my sister and your sister
Let us share pennies & send earnest prayers
The clock is about to strike midnight
Alone in the dark he rides a bike
Few hours non-stop, street after street
He searches for a couple of morsels to eat.
A South African aid convoy drives past
Startled, they force the driver to stop & ask,
The boy says he does not require money immediately
Instead, they should kindly follow him to his family.
With skeptism the driver agrees
Told to sit in the car, they proceed
An hour surpasses, it is a lengthy distance
One step into the home, frozen into silence.
He is a young child
Who’s dad is half paralyzed
A roof covers their heads
But no blankets or beds.
A fragile father lays on the bare concrete floor
Looking around there is not one edible in store
A mere 12 year old
Has to fulfill the mighty role
Of being the worker & caretaker
Over a mother & 6 minor sisters.
Days & nights elapse
With poverty so intense.
The team sits in one corner to make arrangements
So basic necessities could be sent as assistance
His eyes then glisten with tears of gratitude
Unable to adequately thank their selfless contributes.
A wrenching scene engraved in the eyes of its witnesses
Only 1 story from among thousands living in utter helplessness.
Splash for a dashing ambience, all I observe is plain waste
Alas! Functions & events are a sorrowful state
Brethren in atrocious situations many countries around
Do we spare thoughts to innocent civilians on bloody grounds?
Stuck in our comfort zones
Deaf to their distraught groans
Nothing matters as long as we have it going
Barren protested slogans aren’t we saying..
Predicaments of nations will not change
Unless we veer our actions into a good range
What is directed upwards
Is returned downwards.
May we be forgiven
For this treason
Whilst enjoying constant “showers” taken for granted
Upon the act of “I possess a heart” may we get started.
Random posts I should not abandon *wink*.