Hear Their Cries - Poem by Maia Padua
Heard their moans and hungry cries?
Lying in the street with nothing to eat..
Seen their raggy looks and dirty dress?
Tying to cover their young and skinny bodies.
Why do they suffer life that way?
Do God neglects, allow them to go astray?
There must be a reason, God knows why
There's no ending on their battleless cry?
Will they be like that until they die?
I do have ears but didn't hear...
I do have eyes but blind enough to see
I do have heart to love but lazy to feel
I do have hands to lend but afraid to give...
God is there, His blessings they will receive...
Little voice answered deep within me...
'God made you to have a heart of gold
With all good traits He wants you to mold...
When you're seeing pain in their eyes
It's God eyes staring, begging for love that never dies...
please have a heart, dont be a terrorist...
please make this world a better place
pity those eyes that seek justice...
hear those cries of those killed mercilessly
pity those innocent bodies lying bloodlessly..
May this Christmas be the season of love
Let it not only by fireworks and fun
but by sharing, loving, reconciling
making peace, bringing light into the darkness...
We are all brothers, we are not enemies.
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