SOMALIA
Hear the cry!
A tear too dry to fall
Stains our comfort,
Burning holes in our conscience.
Fettered conscience:
Frustrated by distance.
Hear the drums,
Beating out for help?
Misted eyes,
Glazed and lifeless
Orbs of fly-life
Laser the nations.
Crying in the darkness
Of twentieth century light
Unaware of butter mountains
And lakes of guilt red wine.
Is there anybody out there!
Is there anybody?
Is there?
Ron Harding
