Hey!!
I was sitting in this seminar today, unfortunately one that I had to go to, and one of the slides the presenter showed, gave me an idea, and this is the result.
you can't laugh...even if it is bad.
Who Will Listen...
Who will listen
when there is no crying,
after the last breath
...
...
is exhaled?
Will they hear
the silence?
Who will listen
when the funeral guests
eat more
than the child they buried?
What will happen
when the hungry
are to weak
to plead their own?
How will we act
when we finally realize
we could have done
something
to stop this atrocity?
Who the fuck will listen
when the silence
is more than we can handle?
When will someone
finally realize
bombs don't make a man
dangerous?
But,
his hunger
that drives him.
The guy doing the presentation had this slide showing a kid who was saved by the Golden Rice, and my experiences coupled with that picture gave me the idea for that poem. And if any of you know me, you know that poems aren't my thing. Any way hope you feel something after having read that. If you didn't, thats okay, just read it again until you do. Just kidding...
you can't laugh...even if it is bad.
Who Will Listen...
Who will listen
when there is no crying,
after the last breath
...
...
is exhaled?
Will they hear
the silence?
Who will listen
when the funeral guests
eat more
than the child they buried?
What will happen
when the hungry
are to weak
to plead their own?
How will we act
when we finally realize
we could have done
something
to stop this atrocity?
Who the fuck will listen
when the silence
is more than we can handle?
When will someone
finally realize
bombs don't make a man
dangerous?
But,
his hunger
that drives him.
The guy doing the presentation had this slide showing a kid who was saved by the Golden Rice, and my experiences coupled with that picture gave me the idea for that poem. And if any of you know me, you know that poems aren't my thing. Any way hope you feel something after having read that. If you didn't, thats okay, just read it again until you do. Just kidding...