Sincair Farrell


When the world turns a blind eye


Injustice will become the norm
Murders on the streets
Victims become nameless
Atrocities of war
Child soldiers
Smell the thick stench of death in the air
Human life would have lost its worth
Blood of nations sacrificed
Bodies dumped
Beneath the dirt
Screams of women ignored
Helpless as they witness
Their daughters suffer the torture of rape
Children’s innocence stripped away
Abandoned babies crying
Falling on deaf ears
The volume to human suffering is on mute
Entertainment, wealth and materialistic pursuits
More important
Than the suffering of the innocent
When the world turns a blind eye
The laughter of pleasurable ignorance
Will be louder than the cries for justice.

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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