In the light of terrible tragedy, my thoughts are with the families of passengers and crew of the Malaysian Airliner shot down today.
When will we learn to care about each other, again?
I thought I’d share a poem written when I was eighteen, in Africa and thinking of other wars many years ago.
It seems the world doesn’t change and we never learn…
ON MY SHELF
No-one knows me, no-one cares
as I lonely through my window stare.
Observing the world all by myself
Sitting alone on my own little shelf.
I watch and judge the world and its ways
never taking part in it’s little plays.
Though some are bad and some are good
some of them I’ve never really understood.
Yes, I disagree with many moves
why can’t this world just learn to love ?
Do without wars and fighting – we should –
but somehow, do you think we ever could ?
The needless waste of human lives
The sorrow of a family that’s deprived
(of their loved ones).
How unfair it seems that some should have
and others are left to scrimp and save.
How beautiful and rich some lands and
others consist only of sky and sand.
One day the world will right itself
while I sit, left alone on my shelf.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 1968
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