Because It Is The Middle East - Poem by Fasika Ayalew
They are simply words
World peace human right
They are mere utterance
Now who spoke for them?
For the little kids cries
Who stood for their remorse?
Where are the activists
Where are the great leaders?
Still having a peace conference?
What are they discussing?
Dressed elegantly in their black suit
Do they stand for the kids under the black soot?
Ah! Human right...
Regardless of who they are…they are children
Never agreed to see this blaze of fire
Never agreed to be who they are today
When horror was all over the faces of those kids
Who cared to wipe away their endless tears?
But taken, gone by their ceaseless cries
“Children first” was simply an utterance.
You know why because it is the Middle East
Where life falls like autumn leaves.
A place where by design and default
People lives are regarded as short
And nobody cares
Because it is the Middle East
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