On The Altar - Poem by AHO Speaks
It is the children who are still placed on our altar
We give and give and never seem to falter.
Fruit of the vine and work of human hands
How cruel to sacrifice, in other far away lands.
It is the children who go to war and often die
We give them a parade, a memorial and cry and cry.
Then we wait for the next one to come along
Freely given as notes taken from a human song.
Those who wish to volunteer let them go their way
Support them, love them, pray for them; I say.
Rather we look for alternatives or at least be fair
Both sides in a controversy given an equal share.
What have we lost in the short years gone by
Another Einstein, a cure for Aids; God I could cry.
A world in desparate need for living children of tomorrow
Yet we throw them away and left only with sorrow.
Who among us will be the first to stand
To justify the death of God's children by the actions of man.
10-12-05 Aho Speaks
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