You
ask me why I care
About
things I cannot help
Why
my eyes flow with tears
At
injustice on the other side of the world –
You
ask me why my heart bleeds
Since
I can do nothing –
Since
my words
My
protests
Will
mean nothing at all.
My
answer is that I am human
I
have compassion
For
those who have nothing, robbed even of that nothing
Confined in chains.
And
I have anger. A lot of anger
Burning
bright.
Is
that an answer? Do you want more?
I stand
witness.
It
will not always be so
The
innocent will no longer be trodden down.
And
I can
choose not to be
On
the side of the villains of history.
Someday
it will all change
And
then, the few who stood fast
It
will be because of them –
Not those
who chose to forget
Or
not to know at all.
Someday,
But
it will not be
Without
the memories kept alive.
By
the few who care.
That
is why I cry.
Though
you mock me
Though
you discount my anger and my tears.
Someday
The chains will break and fall away
Someday
There
will be no more need for tears.
Because
of those who bleed
Because of those who have anger
Because of those who have anger
Because
of those who cry.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2014
Beautiful and why I care and will care no matter what happens. I doubt I will live to see justice done to those who suffer, but I cannot quit caring.
ReplyDeleteHow can things go that terribly wrong? How can leaders of the nations dare to create such a disaster against humanity and certainly against the will of the people who empathize, no matter who the victims are? Why aren't there enough of us to rise up, with pitchforks in our hands, to chase them, the blood suckers, the exploiters, the liars and the politicians who serve them, into the hell, where they belong?
ReplyDeleteIf we no longer cry, we are doomed as a species. Perhaps we already are. But then there are always the good among us.
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