I will not look the other way
A call has reached my shore
An uneasy stir
A thousand tears that caused a wave
Ten thousand notes of untold woes
My uneasy heart to cross
To my heart’s steady thumping rhythm of once
A hundred thousand hands reaching out
From the depth of a dark sea
In agony
A chorus of a million anguished voices
My name in their lips
A call at my shore
A desperate knock on my door
Of three million silent deaths
Of shattered dreams
Mine included...
Washed ashore
Strewn to vultures
Of cruel deserts
In foreign lands
Or fed to sharks
In angry tides
In the stillness of my shore
A persistent quiet plea
That won’t let me be
The unheard slaughter
Of an old freedom fighter
First they killed his voice
Then his dreams
Then snuffed out his life
With him the light...
His last breath was my name
A disturbance at my shore
A muffled groan
Of a generation spared
From war that claimed
Fathers
Mothers
Brothers
And sister
Saved only to be crushed
By the survivors of the crushers of yesteryears
A familiar stir at my shore
From the far away land
Whence once I fled
To rescue my own
First I rescued my life
Then my dreams
Then my voice
But
What good is a voice
That has no roar?
What good is a dream
That has no colour?
And what good is a life
That has no honour?
Wailing at my shore
From the empty hut
Of a loin that bore
Ten sturdy boys
And five stunning girls
Who are all no more...
With quivering lips
And trembling hands
She spelt her name
In my heart...
And now I can’t let my eyes shut
An echo at my shore
A cry
A boy yet unborn
Whose death warrant was writ
As his mum tried to cross a boarder
With barbed wire piercing her feet
Whilst patrols shoot from behind
And in front
Her end also ends his start
Their last breath a loud shrill
All the way to my far away ear
And now I can’t hear excuses no more
A call has reached my shore
Of a thousand more plights
Unrecorded...untold...unheard
And I refuse to look the other way
For what good is my voice
If it doesn’t roar against injustice?
What good are my dreams
If they don’t make a difference?
And what good is a life
In this valley of death
If I refuse to hear the dejected...?
Their call has reached my shore
And woe unto me if I look the other way walk off
May 1st 2010
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