And The Children Die...

Now I understand Now I know
Older and wiser
I understand with pain in my stomach
The suffering of a child
I have lived to learn how unforgivable it is
to Standby while they die

A life like box in my living room tells me stories
Of babies who have no more tears to cry
Their blank stares begging for nothing
Their frail bodies exposed to us as evidence
As humanity sits by helpless, I Cry
What do I do while they die?

Am I an unwitting participant in this Me game?
Or worse, is it knowingly?
Am I forgiven because I cry?
Or do I close the light at night and know that
absolution will never be gifted to the human race
until we take each others hands as one people
united in our common goal,
making decisions advocating compassion,
above Everything

How do we find our way
While they die
Am I getting wiser or just older?
My heart aches for the children
So I try to help one
But it’s not enough for me
We need leaders who will choose to save the children
We need countries caring about their suffering people
But it is easier to build weapons
Hold my hand while we cry
And the children die

Written by Barbara Tremblay Cipak