والحياة تمضي

Crawling multitudes
Thousands and more
Crossing parched, dry land
Creeping closer and closer towards
A dream beyond the sand

Where life goes on…

A steady stream of creatures
Flowing over hill and plain
Stumbling over dying bodies
Too weak to feel the pain

Graveless they shall lie
Where nameless they have died
As life goes

On and on they come, forever
With children starving or starved
Bellies swollen and hard
Left behind
Or dragged by their mothers
Who must go on

Babies crying without tears
Bewildered by their fears
Suffering the miseries of hunger
Crying, till they can cry no longer
And life is going on:

A few miles away
Smiling babies are growing stronger
Where people are living in splendor and squander…

What has gone wrong?

Graveless they shall lie
Where nameless they have died
As shamelessly we hide
Our indifference:

Featureless faces
In faraway faces.
They can’t touch us, their plight
Is not ours, their fight
Is not ours

But were we to stop for a moment
And think
Of their torment:

Though their plight is not ours,
It could be!
Their fight is not ours
But should be!

If not for God’s Grace
Mine could be those eyes…
Yours could be the face
In the paper.