By Renton de Alwis
Could sing songs of love
of daffodils and roses
of butterflies and birds
of leaps and falls...
I could sing
lyrics magical
make tunes scintillating
serenade in the eve
could sing but....
I hear cries
of babes in hunger
at feed times missed
a mother's weep ...
Of want I see
fading dreams yes,
dreams that yearn cry
stay frozen yet ...
Of wars fought
ill gotten gains waste
stealing that what can feed
those hungry souls ...
Chose to freeze
those songs of love
opt to cry, cries of rage
stop this waste
live, let live
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