A Prayer, Oh Lord
Author: Marion Carroll
Oh Lord, we are the Innocents,
the babes who were brought forth;
to be the Stars of Israel,
and our Lebanonese counterparts.
Oh Lord, we came in faith,
and have so much to share.
Are we to be made examples of,
by the ones who won't fight fair?
Oh Lord, we are the children,
the ones who have no voice.
The only thing we understand,
is that we have no choice.
Oh Lord, we don't know the difference
between Jesus, Muhammed and Allah.
But we've felt the rage of Demons
and the fire of Hezbollah.
Oh Lord, we are so frightened
of the world we have seen.
Our homes are gone, our families dead,
nothing left of what has been.
Oh Lord, we had so many dreams
about this life we were given.
What hope is there for existance now
in this Hell-hole, War torn Nation?
Oh Lord, we are far too young,
to ask all the questions "Why"?
Please hear our supplicant cry for peace,
and give us wings to fly.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Bipedalguy (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 12:20 am|
This is a truly thoughtful, and creative poem. Even though all of humanity faces the prospect of horror, it's the young, especially in that part of the world, who will inherit the worst of it.
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