As a poet I’ve been on a writing campaign for the suffering children throughout the world, and I’ve developed a special interest in the awful situation of the misplaced, separated and lost refugee children in Texas, and with the help of Niki Flow, I’m a supporter and contributor of the “Texas Civil Rights Project”, and some of you may have already read her article, https://nikiflow.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/updates-from-texas/ If you would like to donate to the Project group, https://texascivilrightsproject.org/donate/
“If we don’t stand up for children, then we don’t stand for much.” – Marian Wright Edelman.
I’m going to re-present these 5 poems that I’ve written since June 22nd, Blind And Unkind, We Are Not Worthy Nor Grand, When Do They Play, Together We Can Help, Let Us Not Be Silent
Blind And Unkind
What are you leaders fighting for
What happens when all the trees are gone
What do your empty heads actually see
Do you have sack-clothes covering your eyes
Do you have a finger stuck in your noses
Do you know the smell of life or death
Where’s your collective greed going to
Where’s your silent mouths and ears
Where’s the air we breathe
What are you world rulers doing to our land
What happens when the oceans are poison
What do you egotists sip on
Why are you deaf dumb and blind
Why are you arrogant and unkind
Why are you ignoring the future of mankind
We Are Not Worthy Nor Grand ……
The Time-travelers have been and gone
Transcending the stars and beyond
Leaving us the message carved in stone
Obvious warnings, pointing the bone
“You are not worthy, nor grand
to care for Mother Earth’s beautiful land”
Decrying our humankinds faults
Locking our world’s children in vaults
Poisoning our plants, rivers, and seas
Contaminating the air we breathe
Burning our forests
Vehicle fumes
Nuclear bombs
Rulers greed
Before we even feed
Our fellow-man
Slaughter upon slaughter
Like we’re lambs
Guns and bullets
Millions for every bloody stand
Like seeds in our hands
Not giving life, only death and sand
We are not worthy, nor grand
It’s time, to make a stand
Who’s going to lead our band
For the innocent children. “There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treat its children.” – Nelson Mandela.
When Do They Play
Our emotions are boiling on high
Lowly governments are hiding like spies
When do the children play
Where do their Moms and Dads stay
Why should we have to pray
This is not our humane way
Promised tomorrows should be theirs today
Please, when do the children play
“Fellow Writers, We Have The Power, We Have A Voice, We Have A Pen, Collectively, We’re Able To Help, Help The Children Of The World, Stop Them Crying For Help.”
Together We Can Help
It’s Time
Time to have a say
Voice your feelings
Tell your stories
Use your pen
Speak from your soul
Talk about their little feet
Feel their mammas heartbeat
Give your all
Walk tall
We need to help
Children is my prompt
Lets do the stomp
It’s your call
One and all
Don’t let the children crawl
Save them before they fall
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
