I Grieve
Me, down by the river, captured unawares by my dear friend Ena
Today I sit and I grieve
I grieve for the easy life
I'm no longer guaranteed
For the future I imagined
but will never quite reach
I grieve for the animals,
the plants and the trees
Disappearing at a rate
they cannot be retrieved
I grieve for all the love
that I did not receive
For all the love that isn't given
in the way that we need
For all the people feeling lonely
just begging to be seen
For all the hearts trapped in cages
instead of worn on our sleeve
I grieve for all those struggling
with a family to feed
I grieve for all the homeless
just itching to feel clean
I grieve for the fact
that we were led to believe
That happiness came from taking
more than we need
I grieve for all the mothers
whose babies do not breathe
Trapped under rubble
alone while they bleed
I grieve for all the fathers
who watch in disbelief
As their homes, their whole life,
are bombed to smithereens
I grieve for all the children
who fall sleep and dream
Just to relive the nightmare
that has become their reality
Beheaded babies, starvation,
more inexplicable scenes
Sounds of sirens, buildings crumbling
and endless screams
I grieve for all the people
Who've closed their eyes to this tragedy
Who've switched themselves off
who can no longer see
The truth of the matter
It's as simple as can be
No human should harm another
There should be no need
Not for money nor greed
Not for cocaine nor weed
Not for the country
to which you declared your creed
Not for oil nor batteries
Not for race or sexuality
Not for any religion or ideology
To which you agreed
No we should not commit crimes
of hate so extreme
Nor should we have to watch it
at home on our screens
We should not let anyone
spend their nights on the street
When earth is a’plenty
She can shelter and feed
We should not have to lie,
cheat, swindle, deceive
Just because we’re told
It's the only way to succeed
We should not spend our days
Feeding a corporate machine
That pries from our fingers
Our last shred of humanity
Today I sit and I grieve
I pray and I weep
I rage while I think
Of all that has been
Then I pick myself up
And take to the streets
For there’s work to be done
Until we're all free