Lost in the realm of domestic politics!
We stand still in dread.
Over two million homeless,
Two hundred thousand dead.
They devour human dignity,
As they stalk their helpless prey,
Savagely destroy villiages,
Leaving nothing but decay.
Genocide is thriving,
As humanity stands by.
Are we too far to feel their pain?
Too far to hear their cry?
Ethnic cleansing are words,
They use for rape.
War torn and disposed of,
Are we not hope for their escape.
Am I not my brother's keeper?
Am I helpless to their plea?
Can I face my reflection,
When I disguard humanity?



The images of suffering are just too intense!
The flow, rhythm & rhyme are perfect for this piece on warfare & pillage of a people. of trophies! Oh...just look at those beautiful children suffering.








's I seem to remember a piece from the bible which says you are your brothers keeper, we need to open our hearts and let all in who need help. 

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