Under the Green Desk Lamp…
Over here, the children sleep,
In warm and comfy beds,
They dream of games and food and joy,
And peace is in their heads.
Will they see their friends at school?
Will they see a parade?
Will their parents yell today?
Or will their anger fade?
Over there, the children sleep,
On ground filthy and cold,
Will they have the same tomorrow?
Perchance will they be sold?
Will they have friends remaining,
When the bombs somehow bring peace?
Will their parents hold them tight,
or dying will they cease?
Yet we continue on our way,
Dividing here and there,
With more than enough to go around,
And make it ‘us’, everywhere.
Around the world, the children sleep,
The darkening night away,
And do they dream in that deep sleep,
About a better day?
-Brad OH Inc.
Amazing insight and empathy as always. You need to put all these poems into a collection!
Thanks D, it just may happen at some point!