Sounds of thunder sounds of pain Sounds of children playing in the rain Sounds of war, guns firing, people dying High in the sky coloured kites are flying Bodies mangled, dying and dead Teachers teach kids to get ahead Screams of pain that pierce the air Mother and baby asleep in armchair Streets stained with blood of innocents Classes are full of bright eyed students People praying to God above Young couple, arm in arm, professing love Face down dying on foreign ground Joyful laughter of games in playground Save me Lord, please save my life Please Lord protect innocence, keep away strife
Misery and wealth, suffering and joy, hatred and love go hand in hand together. When we are happy and wealthy, and joyful, and brimful with health we forget about those who are at a disadvantage. Could anyone be happy in every sense of the word when there's human pain and strife everywhere?! This poem is for those afflicted with unconcern and egoism. Thank you for sharing.
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