Do We Care Enough? Poem by Cyclopseven R

Grieving faces flowing with pain
Seeing guns flare with fire.
Their blood drying from heat
As their fear mount the beat.

Shrieking sound of hopeless survival
Make them naked without faith.
They bare their soul in place of food
Yet they get not that which is good.

Seeing the dead, lying motionless
The vision becomes numb and scarred
The vultures that soars high, too,
Cries of human degradation.

Along the road to humanity
I see many souls lying still
Absent of smile and joy
They remain corpses with breath.

Alas! What a pandemonium we create in our mind
In place of love and care
We throw words and papers
To indicate that we all DO CARE.

Do we really care?
I asked myself many times
In sleep and with eyes open ajar
Do we really care?

With the pampered luxury
Only charity we care to part with
Sharing is, but many steps away
Down deep within the soul, a graveyard we have.

Love we speak, love we show
To all that we know, and to all that we care
For strangers that suffer the heat of dryness
We sympathise with tears rolling down, and nothing else.

Seeing the dead, lying motionless
The vision becomes numb and scarred
The vultures that soars high, too,
Cries of human degradation.

(Taman Bukit Mas, Taiping, Perak 060908)

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