Doubtless, in some countries
Where some people weep…


Doubtless, in some countries     

where some people weep,

deprived of any sustenance,

and where shadows creep,

tyrants rule unchallenged,

with disgusting pleasure

and where pain and sorrow

bear no real measure.

Children linger famished

lagging far behind

dreams and hopes being empty;

life is never kind.

Those in better circumstances

must not fail to be

jointly working in a process

that they may be free.

They have eyes

now void of tears,

hearts that beat with moaning

souls lost in the wilderness

of incessant groaning;

they exist in limbo

of suppressed despair;

reality is but a farce,

life itself unfair;

the world at large lethargic,

with no remorse nor care

Death and devastation

lurking everywhere;

hell is all around them,

there without compare;

freedom has no meaning,

bondage being complete,

stranded in life’s woods of pain,

nothing good to greet;

they can hear the echoes of

voices of oppression,

accustomed to their misery

sparing no concession.

Let there be no halting of

mercy and goodwill,

the spirit to extend our love

caring can instill.




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  • tankermone on Feb 15, 2012

    Great, but it seems as though the editing scrambled the end of your poem. Check it out please, because it is coming off as the end, and then you see other lines thrown around…

  • novelist on Feb 15, 2012

    deleted lines that shouldn’t be included. Thanks.

  • fishfry aka Elizabeth Figueroa on Feb 17, 2012

    Deep and true. Awesome piece

  • Cynthia Bartlett on Feb 19, 2012

    Well done.

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