Let Us Not Be Silent

Let us not turn a blind eye

Clear the dark clouds from our sky

Extract our heads from the sand

Join our national brass band

Blow loudly on your trumpets

Let us stop being pawns and puppets

We’re not the sheep of their lands

We can be the blanket for our lambs

A collective sheet, protective and grand

 

Let us not be silent and bland

Clear the stage, make a stand

The worlds suffering children need us

Before they’re herded onto the bus

Like lambs to the slaughter

Imagine, our sons and daughters

Laying on concrete, alone and caged

Crying, weeping, could it be our ice-age

We’re distraught and outraged

Compassion, love, is paramount on centre-stage

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for 9 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

28 thoughts on “Let Us Not Be Silent”

  1. So moving, so heartfelt, so compelling and so timely, Ivor.
    This brought tears to my eyes.
    Oh, if only everyone was listening to what you said AND then doing something positive about it!
    When you help people to think about their own children and grandchildren, I’d think it would be enough to change things quickly for other children. But for some reason it hasn’t yet. 😦
    Thank you for this poem!
    (((HUGS)))

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    1. I’m back, having an my ice-cream now, even in the middle of winter, oh… thank you for great comments on my poem, and yes I cried buckets of tears while Iwas writing the words, and listening to Leonard Cohen…… I’ve a little saying that I wrote just after my dear Carole passed, (6 years now)
      “How many rivers of tears must we cry
      before all the deepest wells run dry”

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      1. Oh, I love having ice cream in winter! I even go outside to eat it sometimes! 🙂

        Cohen is the best.

        I’m so sorry to hear of her passing. 😦 I can’t imagine how difficult that is for you. 😦

        The tears of life do seem endless. But they can be cleansing and helpful, at times, so I guess that is good.
        (((HUGS)))

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  2. “History will judge us by the difference we make in the everyday lives of children.” – Nelson Mandela. Children should grow up feeling safe and loved, there can be no other option. You are a great spokesperson for the children that cannot speak for themselves. Thank-you!

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  3. Compassion is the answer, and you have truckloads of it, Ivor. I look at babies in buggies, children in the street, and I wonder what their futures hold. No matter where we live, our children are vulnerable, and all the children of the world are our responsibility xx

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  4. Its hard to lead the charge…so many roadblocks, including our own personality. But what we can do is insist on bringing our kindness to our friends and enemies and grandchildren and people on the street. Hold a door open. Pick up someone else’s package. Listen to the insecure babble along. We may not be able to help the immigrants and their children, but we can help the children within our reach. Great poem.

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    1. Thank you Claudia, that’s all I’m trying to do, just help in some little way, I think every little step we can take, may eventually add up to a big stride forward. xx

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