It is hard
when you don’t know
where you are going.
And where
you have been,
is fading fast
for the ties that bind us –
barely lie past
the wounds we carry…
There has been loss
there is loss
there is more loss
than anyone can ever imagine
and though my heart still beats,
it is not the same.
What horrors
Have crossed my path
And what pangs of hunger
Suffering and mistreatment
Has my child had to witness?
My hands to hold
The only things left –
To help him feel safe
In a world that cares not
Our fate,
And even there –
I am powerless.
The sun may rise tomorrow
for some,
hovering in all her beauty
above the horizon
I’ve seen such beauty once,
but I can no longer bear to see it.
For everything I have lost –
I once held
in my two hands
and their emptiness shatters
the silence of my days.
Were I to mourn?
Who would listen?
Were I to cry out injustice
Who would speak for me?
I am but a lone voice
In a wilderness
That has been given
Me no chance
To right the wrongs
That I have borne.
Go back, they say
Yet where shall I turn to?
My weary child
Begs for safety
And though I am capable,
I have been prevented
From giving him a home.
And though I have travelled miles
Through sweat, hardship and tears
There is nothing left to fight for
As they carry my child away,
Arms flailing,
Crying out my name –
And my powerless hands
My damn powerless hands
Can do nothing.
© Sumyanna 2018
A similar poem was written by me in 2016 about Syrian refugees. The story keeps being retold, and nothing has been learned. Incredibly sad time we live in.
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Sad indeed, it seems that we never do actually learn, if we did learn, there would not be such a prominent place in the world for people like \President Trump.Perhaps the point of a Trump figure is make ourselves look at our selves and realise just how terrible our world has become, and how little we appear to care about it. Great to have you back, and what a wonderful poem.
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I sometimes think we have to go through great pains to actually wake up and see where we have gone wrong. Sadly though, the progress we make never seems to make up for the huge backward steps we make in the process. What is sad is that people still have not realized the importance of raising children properly… to the point of keeping them from growing up to harm others.
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I think you have got it right, I think we certainly do not do well at bringing up children and fostering love and goodness for all, despite all the thousands of books written on child raising. I think schools and the schooling systems used today do not do anything to foster this either.
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You would seriously think that the goal was entirely the opposite. Sad, though… because as human beings we have such potential when we work together.
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It seems that the more education and child rearing changes, the further away from humanity’s needs it all goes, so that everything is geared to wards producing perfect students to fit into the economy, rather than into the peaceful and loving future of the world.
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I do believe this as well – but I would also say reading. Reading is so important for people to open their minds and realize there is a whole world out there with differing opinions and different points of view. The more we read, the more we realize how human we all are.
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I also believe reading to be very important, not only does it help in the way you have said, but it also strengthens and broardens ones imagination, which helps in being able to see things from different perspecties, and to accept change more easily.
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Yes, I believe that as well. May more people read!
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That would be great!
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A most powerful poem, Sumyanna. We just keep trying, don’t we?
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Yes, indeed we do. It is never easy… but without us trying, we would all lose out. So glad to see you and my, your picture is so lovely! So nice to see your smile 🙂
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Thank you, Sumyanna
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You’re welcome Robbie 🙂 I hope winter is treating you well.
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Tragedy unfolding before our eyes and many of us feeling powerless to do anything to stop it as the moneyed men laugh.
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SO incredibly true. It is so disheartening.
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Nice poem
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Thank you!
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Your welcome
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Nice poem and very deep!
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Thank you so very much!
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Your quite welcome
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There is only person in the world you can change; she owns the face you see in the mirror. Treat her and everyone around her with kindness and love.
Hugs,
M&M
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I agree. This poem wasn’t about me, but I do know what you mean. I still feel for all those around me… Just wish things were different.
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