Compassion – Ian
Dust of falling towers fills the sky,
In disbelief the people stand and stare,
While others in a distant land pass by
The ruin of their village, stark and bare,
The hooded young their weapons hastily fix
While people turn their heads in case they see,
All human, though they’re not inclined to mix
Confirmed, forever enemies to be
What spirit makes men bear this life of pain?
Does fate or kismet rule to make it so?
Can we, so blessed, unconcerned remain?
Must we go on pretending not to know?
Our obligation is to those in need,
So pray be generous in your thought and deed?
“© Ian Grice 2008”
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Can we, so blessed, unconcerned remain?
Must we go on pretending not to know?
Our obligation is to those in need,
So pray be generous in your thought and deed?
Ian. This is magnificent. Who're you kidding?
I was just having this conversation on another person's comment
And yeah, I agree!
You have such talent, no more tellin me you don't. Geez, I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday!
Much love,
great message here!
jin
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there are a load of people in this world that turn there heads the other way Ian..great write..xxx
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