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
Powerful piece! Very well written. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to pick up the video though. Bummer.
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Try your own YouTube, Nick Cave, Into My Arms. xx
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I will. 🙂
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Beautiful song, indeed. I loved his voice. 🙂
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Ivor for President!! This is a wonderful powerful call to action! Well done my friend!
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An Aussie as President, we could make a movie Walt.
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And it would be a best seller like Crocodile Dundee 🙂
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And a bit of a black comedy too.
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Reblogged this on Walt's Writings and commented:
A powerful call to action!
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A powerful message Ivor
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I’m pleased that it’s a powerful message ☺️🙄
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Poignantly powerful!
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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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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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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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I think the tears are definitely cleansing, and these days I smile at my tears knowing it’s her way of telling me that she is still with me 😎 💛
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Oh, she is! I believe that with all of my being!
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Yes !! I believe that too, It’s hard to explain in words,………….. I feel her presence…….. **
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“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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Oh Ellen, thank you, I’m just doing my little bit to help, and I adore the quote 😊💛💛
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Lovely. Powerful piece.
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Thank you, everything we say may help in some little way
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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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I like that, yes we are responsible for their future 🔮
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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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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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