THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS

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THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS

They know not the politics of it all

nor can they find it in their hearts to care

it matters not who should be right or wrong

only that the days are ever long.

Through the dust and heat, they plod their way

each stumbling, each with his own internal pain.

Is there no one who cares, who wants to know?

These are people, our fellow beings, with no place to go.

We see their images, from our colour screens.

How they make us squirm in our comfortable chairs.

'Enough to make you cry' we say

'did you get that extra wine today?'

The mother lays her babe to rest, beside the road.

She has no strength to carry on, nor the will.

All days tumble, one into another..

Just a few hours ago, she laid down this small girl's brother.

People of the world, please care, 

if not for this woman, for all those who suffer still.

Let the politics be pushed aside

for understanding and compassion

must reach the whole world wide.

(c) Crissouli July 2016