(poem) For staying human may be worth a fight

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(Photo from http://www.cbc.ca)

 

Look at that boat slowly coming in to land

Look at that boy carrying his baby brother

Look at the woman with her head bowed low

Where are you coming from? Where do you want to go?

 

R. Sometimes I am the victim and sometimes I’m the sword

sometimes I feel as righteous as the Lord

sometimes I wonder how all of this will end

sometimes I break, but more often I bend.

 

I’m just like you, alone, confused and scared. 

I am a small child roaming in the night.

There are some things about which I should care,

for staying human may be worth a fight.

 

I have seen horrors, my eyes hurt and cry

I have not dared to offer help nor hand

I have just asked myself once again with a sigh

What do I think of this? Where do I stand?

 

Some things are bigger than one’s fear and pain

Sometimes the rivers don’t stop at the dam

The walls do crumble and cold hearts feel shame

Stop shouting now and tell me if you can?

 

See, being human only means a lot

if we are ready to share what we’ve got

For it’s the bravest among all who does

Feel fear and still act as a good man must.

 

R. Sometimes I am the victim and sometimes I’m the sword

sometimes I feel as righteous as the Lord

sometimes I wonder how all of this will end

sometimes I break, but more often I bend.

 

I’m just like you, alone, confused and scared. 

I am a small child roaming in the night.

There are some things about which I should care,

for staying human may be worth a fight.

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