Sometimes
I despair of the world we live in. (Well, don’t you?) But despair never did
anyone any good so, no matter how high the odds stacked against success, we
have to try and stay positive.
True, it's never easy…
As I have
said before - and dare say will continue repeating myself (as I often do) - if
we can’t change the world, we can at least try and improve our own little
corner of it, and trust that the ripples any change for the better make…will
spread.
HUMAN SPIRIT, BATTLE CRY or WHO'S COUNTING THE PETALS?
Floods
here, drought there, swollen bellies;
refugees
from civil wars pleading aid;
terror
taking place on our own TVs, world
rising above its being afraid
So what
are the world’s governments doing?
All they
can, we’re expected to believe,
so why
tragic images we’re seeing of a
world
wearing its heart on its sleeve?
Where
horror hits hardest, a hurt laid bare;
beyond headlines, inconceivable pain;
where flowers
at gravesides, petals like tears
for those battling to move on
Cash (still) flowing freely for wars, elections,
Big
Business politics for generations ...
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2004;2018
[Note: A slightly different version of this poem appeared in a 2004 issue of CC&D magazine, Scars (US) publications and subsequently in A
Feeling for the Quickness of Time by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005.]
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