Sunday, 1 September 2013

Who's Counting the Petals?

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 be 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 makes…will spread.

This poem first appeared in a 2004 issue of CC&;D magazine, Scars (US) publications and subsequently in my collection.


Flloods here, drought there, swollen bellies;
refugees from civil wars pleading aid;
terror taking place on our own TVs;
men, women, children, taught to be 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;
flowers at gravesides, each petal a tear
for those men, women, children moving on

Find cash flowing freely for wars, elections,
(Big Business politics for generations)

Copyright R. N. Taber 2004;2013

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 1st eds. of A Feeling For The Quickness Of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; 2nd ed. in preparation].

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