HELPLESS VOICES
Helpless voices of the children in some far off places,
I’m glad I cannot see those haunting eyes or sad faces,
But I hear the cries on the cold wind in the dark of night,
And feel of their hunger, fear and know of their plight.

A few blankets and dollars may ease some misery and pain,
But in a war torn area they will have to up and move again,
No youth are seen only the women, young, the old and worn,
There, can you hear the cry of a soon to die baby just born?

Hopeless, helpless, unheeded are the refugees of any war,
It did not matter before whether they were rich or poor,
All now are wretched, dying like flies in the heat of the sun,
Oh, wicked, thoughtless, selfish man what have you done?

Bullet riddled bodies, maimed and halt, cold, hungry and blind,
What a pitiful sight do the relief workers always seem to find.
Humanitarian aid is not enough, can’t you hear them silently cry?
Give us our homes back and no bombs or guns in the blue sky.

M Ann Margetson December 27, 2001