MAYBE, ONEDAY

How long will it take to know,
that so many people are dying?
How long to keep our hearing low,
where so many people are crying?

How long will it take to admit,
that people here are without food?
How long till this world will split,
that people here are bad and good?

The day is near when the blind will see,
And maybe even the deaf will hear.
Imagine the day, the dumb making plea,
the good holding heads high with no fear.

Prasenjit©1997-2021

NOT EVERYBODY

Not every seed will grow as a tree, 
some will be trampled, squashed and crushed. 
Not all children will grow up to be free, 
some will be tormented, silenced and hushed. 

Not all girls will grow up to be a mother, 
Some will be tortured, discouraged and impaired. 
Not all pets will have a home - rather
Some die of hunger, disease and left uncared. 

Prasenjit©1997-2021