Beggar Boy I Saw A Child begging on the street today, I gave him 10 zloti, about �1.50 and walked away, I wept as I walked down the street, And went back to thinking about my aching feet, Was he afraid as he sat there alone, Maybe I should have bought him an ice-cream cone, What Kind of world is this in which we live, where it will never be enough no matter how much we give, He didn't look older than six or seven, Will he get better treatment when he's dead and in heaven, Does he have somewhere to sleep tonight, Or will he be at the mercy of the dark shadows of night, I wish I could have talked to him about his life, What brings a child to this place of strife, But there was no common language between us, And maybe he wouldn't have liked it if I'd made a fuss, Does he have a mother, how desperate is she, Does he have a mother?, is she like me, What would it take to put my boy on the street, Maybe I should go back to thinking of my feet, Did my tax's pay for a bomb that blew up his home, So that he has to wander the streets alone, Did I help create this unholy mess, Maybe if we all gave more and took less, We wouldn't have to spend our lives looking away, pretending we cant see, The high price we pay to pretend we're free, While our world leaders make our decisions for us, Maybe its time we all stood up and made a fuss, How long will we watch this disgusting display, In a world where children have to beg instead of play, Somehow I know I'm as responsible as the man at the top, Its about time we all stood up and demand they stop, There are millions of us that feel this way, There must be more we can do, than give money and walk away, Why do we watch the wolves slaughtering the sheep, then hide in the dark and do nothing but weep, What kind of cowards are we, That close our eyes and pretend not to see, The horrors visited by humanity, The horrors visited by people like me, On the children we're supposed to protect, The children that need love and respect, If we allow these things to carry on, It wont be long till our world is gone, Are you a coward Just like me, What was is today you pretended you couldn't see, Was it a man beating his child or wife, Not very much, Just within an inch of their life, Or Was it a child sticking heroin in their arm, Or one of a million different types of harm, Why do we allow these things to take place, What will it take for me to forget his Elfin face, Are we a race of hideous Vampires, Hypocrites that pray beneath golden church spires, And ignore all these disgusting crimes, And say its all progress, modern times, Dont tell me he chose it or its this child's karma, And dont tell me its just planetary Dharma, Nobody in the world deserves this fate, Lets change this world before its too late, Why am I thinking all these terrible things, When I just want to hide in my world of fairy rings, Maybe I should just go back to thinking of my aching feet, And forget about the little boy begging on the street. Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw |
| Valley of Death Today I walked in the valley of death, A place of such beauty it took away my breath, With beautiful tree's on every side, Who could guess the terrible secret those tree's hide, As I walked down the valley I saw a statue of a man on his knees, Hidden away among the beautiful tree's, He pointed to a sign over his head, " As you pass by tell the world" it said, With pain and anguish on his face, As he told me of the atrocity visited upon his race, Of how his people were herded to the slaughter, Thousands, Father, Mother, Son and Daughter Driven into the valley by men in jack boots, And shot amid the beautiful tree's roots, The men in jack boots weren't even ashamed enough to do it at night, As the sun beat down, they were shot in broad day light, Some people may say this is distant past, But the old man with me remembered them unto the last, For him it is not so long ago, And the statue said the world should know, So here I am telling you now, But what words to use, I dont know how, How to let you feel that place, Where atrocity was visited on the polish race, Did you think I was talking about gypsy or Jew, From what I learned at school thats what I'd have thought too, I was taught we should never forget what happened to them, That if we remembered it would never happen again, Wouldn't it be nice if that was true, If the genocide's had stopped with gypsy and Jew, But we know its still happening all over the place, Maybe next it will be the turn of my race, But back to Poland, The forgotten land, After the war, we didn't even lend them a hand, The aggressors got all the compensation, Not a penny for Poland's forgotten nation, The process of rebuilding is still going on, But they can never replace the six million people that are gone, Farmers shot for greed, for land, And we didn't even bother to give them a hand, I know we cant change the past, But we could have made sure they were the last, So let us remember and never forget, And find some way to balance this karmic debt, The Old man with me told me his tale of woe, Of what happened to him over fifty years ago, In the hands of the Gestapo, he was taken far away, The scars of their torture he still carries today, He told me about life in a concentration camp, Torture, humiliation, starvation, cold and damp, He was the bravest man I ever met, One who I know I'll never forget, Only the young and strong were allowed to live, And only until they had no strength left to give, 98% of the old and weak were shot, If you were old and weak that was your lot, It was hard to listen to the things he said, Of how he escaped when so many others were dead, Not like my granddads tales of glory, The other side of the picture is quite another story. Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw |
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