A poem

Make a difference!

Rumana Mehdi

The Peace Gong Reporter

Pakistan

Bones are scattered everywhere,

The shrill wail of death echoes in my ear,

I stand in a developed world in the 21st century,

Then why does the Earth look like one big mortuary?

Why do mighty oceans look like pools of blood and mountains a heap of bodies?

Why are innocent children smuggled across borders like commodities?

I watched silently as yet more tubes were inserted into that baby,

I watched silently as the nurse roughly pushed the weeping lady,

I never spoke a word as the shroud covered that angelic face,

I tried not to think that I could have saved that child in many ways,

I ignore the wetness of my eyes and the sorrow in my heart,

After all, that country and my country are miles apart,

                                        

I walk on,

I see children whose clothes are torn,

Can I still turn a blind eye to all this mess?

For how long shall be under duress?

Everyone says that things will improve,

The boulder of violence is too big for one to move,

So let’s break this boulder piece by piece,

Only then shall the havoc in our lives cease,

Only then shall the roses bloom,

Only then there will be less misery and gloom,

Let my song of love echo over Tahrir Square in Cairo, the landmines in Vietnam and the deserts in Africa,

Let my hand of love spread far and wide, from America to Australia,

United we stand and divided we fall,

In order to make giant leaps, we first need to learn to crawl,

Together, we will make the world a better abode,

Together, we will take care of this beautiful gift of God,

Hope