Poem -
I, the poet
Like 2 Pin it 1I, the poet in residence on the
Street of the mother beggar
With this hand cup
Lift a child Lord Krishna
See their eyes glow ~
I the father of the child
On the streets of Ubud
Wait for mercy
~
I, the poet in residence on the
Streets of death
With this lung black
In this dust choking
Bleeding, dying
I the father of the child
On the streets of Aleppo
Wait for mercy
~
I the father wait,
I wait in the tears of the river
My home, the drowning waves
That is this street of child suffering,
And I wait for mercy....
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Hello Jai...
What goes on around the world is terrible...
If the rest of the world got together and stepped up to protect the innocent and suffering...
The power would certainly be strong enough?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Thank you Sparrowsong,
your acknowledgement is the truth of
human history.
Luv Jai:)
This is so moving. Emotionally stark and visual. Stunning. Tears at my heart. Blessings, Rebecca
Thank you Rebecca,
one's heart must be heavy for this
Suffering;
your review is very thoughtful.
best wishes Jai:)
Bring back PEACE.
Thank you Cherie.
Luv &
light Jai:)
My Dear Brother Poet Jai,
I, the reader, who weeps with your every line. I, too a poet, who revels in the beauty of your prose. I, a man, who has come to love this man, "Jai Masters".
Peace and Love,
xox Larry
Bonjour Larry?
you are my soul.
Thank you for remembering the sufferers
in these forsaken lands.
LuV &
best wishes Jai:)