Change Poem by Mystic C...

Sat, sat in the corner, the boy who's life was demanded
The rose which had whittled and died laid in his hand
The endless chime of the grand father clock froze dead
And as he rose from the ground all skin and no bone
As his ribs were shown so horrifically much like carnage
His parched lips began to sing, a song of change
Someday life will become different
Someday life will change
But for the worst or the best is indeed unknown
Autumn, summer and the winter snow pass
The winter fall and the autumn glow
Dimensions beyond dimension
Of no hope of no knowledge
And another smile wasted upon
Another movement wasted on nothing
Because like so many others the boy had nothing
No home, and no food, no water to freshen his lips
No education no heart his life was, empty
To the point the world was almost extinct

And yet we ask ourselves why do we gorge ourselves
In rich fine wines and large cooked lambs
Why do we not need ever help? when those out there suffer?
Change should be for the best but if we give it is another poem
In itself...

22nd August 2009~ a place in Africa