Books lie scattered before me; scattered like my thoughts
Spring has come to the city; blossoms fall and form a carpet on the ground.
Sounds are muted now; the day is coming to an end
Evening draws nigh. The cold wind will bounce off the river
The river that is both a taker and a giver
Flows of thoughts, floods of emotions,
I think of the earthquake in China, the weeping millions
Humanity in pain, and Myanmar, also in tears
War-torn zones, unrest and discord
Jaipur bleeding because of plots that are evil
And so many of earth’s children without parents, fears
That will remain for all their lives
The earth gives and takes away, while we stand by
Tomorrow might come with our very own goodbye
Tomorrow might come with we know not what
The earth is but a boiling pot.
Rani Turton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humanity-in-pain/
