Crawling multitudes
Thousands and more
Crossing parched, dry land
Creeping closer and closer towards
A dream beyond the sand<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where life goes on\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A steady stream of creatures
Flowing over hill and plain
Stumbling over dying bodies
Too weak to feel the pain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Graveless they shall lie
Where nameless they have died
As life goes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few miles away
Smiling babies are growing stronger
Where people are living in splendor and squander\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What has gone wrong?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Graveless they shall lie
Where nameless they have died
As shamelessly we hide
Our indifference:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Featureless faces
In faraway faces.
They can’t touch us, their plight
Is not ours, their fight
Is not ours<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But were we to stop for a moment
And think
Of their torment:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Though their plight is not ours,
It could be!
Their fight is not ours
But should be!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If not for God’s Grace
Mine could be those eyes…
Yours could be the face
In the paper.<\/p>\n