The outside wall on the living room floor,
She sits on a rock where once was a door.
Where he called her name; smiling, alive,
Now only his last cries will echo inside.
Through the holes in the room the sun still shines,
As though it doesn’t bear witness to humanities decline.
“Are we deserving of your warmth, your nurture and light?”
She falls to her knees, no tears left to cry.
Below in the street, a baby wanders alone,
Mounting rubble to find something left of his home.
Crying out for his Father or just anyone he knows,
Yet lost he is not, home crumbles at his toes.
Shattered glass rips his feet, he treads through the wreck,
In shock, deafened and sore, he rubs at his neck.
When broken shadows creep and whisper, then blanket the town,
He hides under a mattress, weeping into the ground.
A bloodied woman awakes in a foreign aid bed,
Crying out for her baby before news that he’s dead.
She lost her Husband last week to a missile in the night,
She screams vows of vengeance, to continue the fight.
A young Nurse consoles her, heartbroken and sad,
Thinking of her own child, safe at home with his Dad.
What’s happening here? Why are humans so bad?
They’re killing these children. Has the world gone mad?
Near her feet rows of white sheets conceal death on the floor,
Yet in her world this doesn’t make the news anymore.
Her Government reluctant to condemn, even take note.
With blind eyes they turn, war keeps them in coats.
But for the lost boys in the streets, the thousands broken hearted,
The widows, the orphans, the hurt and departed,
What justice is there for this suffering and loss?
In a world plagued with greed, where money is boss?
Love In A Lost World 