January, 2005 - Nr. 1
The Children of the World
Hundreds, thousands, millions
Wondering
helpless, lonely and afraid.
Beaten, hungry, thirsty
They work and hope and wait.
Blind, crippled, dirty and forsaken
Another day, another night,
Another heart is aching.
They hope that change will come,
Are longing for tomorrow,
Which might or might not be for some.
Elsewhere children don’t know sorrow.
They laugh and play without a care,
Not knowing that beyond their view
The lucky are just very few.
They do not know the gulf that lies
Between their lives and others.
They do not ask for how and whys
From parents and their brothers.
Life has but to change a bit
Right here in our lovely land,
And suddenly you and your kid
Would hope for any outstretched hand.
Sybille Forster-Rentmeister
December 27, 1999
Copyright ©2005 Sybille Forster-Rentmeister
Hundreds, thousands, millions
Wondering
helpless, lonely and afraid.
Beaten, hungry, thirsty
They work and hope and wait.
Blind, crippled, dirty and forsaken
Another day, another night,
Another heart is aching.
They hope that change will come,
Are longing for tomorrow,
Which might or might not be for some.
Elsewhere children don’t know sorrow.
They laugh and play without a care,
Not knowing that beyond their view
The lucky are just very few.
They do not know the gulf that lies
Between their lives and others.
They do not ask for how and whys
From parents and their brothers.
Life has but to change a bit
Right here in our lovely land,
And suddenly you and your kid
Would hope for any outstretched hand.
Sybille Forster-Rentmeister
December 27, 1999
Copyright ©2005 Sybille Forster-Rentmeister
( Echo Germanica, German-Canadian, arts, poetry, Poet, Gedichte, Poetrie )
