The sun shines on the meadow
Our children play in the pastel haze,
Though each child hides a shadow
Their sisters and brothers eyes ablaze
And the windmill still turns.
Endless turning, grinding corn
Crocodile tears, politicians lies,
Dulled, poisoned eyes, newspapers adorn,
Every minute a child dies
And still the windmill turns.
Putins hands are dripping blood
But, the west are just as bad,
Wanton arms sales start the flood
For use by the despotic and the mad,
The creaking windmill still turns.
Our young skip and play by the sea
Their happiness clear as their eyes,
As far from the massacres as they can be,
Where poison hangs in murderous skies.
The shadowed windmill turns.
A castle of sand topped with single flag
Sea gulls soar over the summer scene,
Swimming and beachwear replaced by bodybag
Cries of laughter to tortured scream
And the windmill still turns.
Look to the horizon child and hold out your hand
Show your kin that your prayers are being heard,
Children of Egypt and Syria in your bloodied land
Your safety should be the final word
The windmill of the world turns.
Muslim, Christian, Agnostic or Jew
We should all unite as one, let it be
This isn't religion, it is about me and you
These suffering children are of one family...... Ours
The windmill turns for us all.
Phil Hall August 2013
Powerful and moving +Phil Hall. Brought tears to my eyes. The powers that be should do all they can to end the madness. We need to protect our world's children. They are our future.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is fantastic and poignant. All should read this.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Allene and Robert. I gain no pleasure from writing it..... I only wish we didn't have to comment on such misery.
DeleteBeautifully written Phil. xx
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