You'd look around,
See, that haggard old man
At the traffic lights,
Begging for a cuppa tea,
From the spruced up gent,
Impatient for the green,
On the wheel of the hybrid “Prius”.
Wish !!
You'd look around,
See, that young woman,
Scanty in an old gown,
Pleading for a measly mouthful
To feed the sleeping child
On her bony shoulder,
Not knowing, the bus is moving.
Wish !!!
You'd look around,
See those half dressed bellies,
Street kids, wanting a snack
From a couple in designer slacks
Walking hand in hand
From the “Hot & Spicy”
Happy, the year had fun
Wish !!!!
You'd look around,
See the black prison van,
Packed with young men,
Suspects only, for unending years,
For crimes the men wouldn't know
And mothers and wives, praying,
Hopelessly hoping for freedom.
Wish !!!!!
You'd look around,
See the silent, helpless tears,
Held in pale and uncertain eyes,
Of a mother who'd remember,
She has no grave any more,
For a candle, to flicker her grief
For the son who left, one day,
With unknown men, in shadows.
Wish …..
You'd look around,
See the last day this year,
A waste of bursting crackers,
The noise of men and women,
Blind to see you looking,
Where their tomorrow is,
Different – to yours and mine.
Yours and mine,
Wanting a change, a new tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Kids, happy and laughing clean,
Mother, no more pleading need,
The old, dignity in their smiles warm,
The young pride, free and dissenting,
A new world for ALL,
Sunny and fair in peace,
Candles lit, for our New Year !
Kusal Perera
31 December, 2011
23.50 hrs.
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