To sow and harvest <br />To collect and barn <br />Clouds gather <br />Rainfall to yield <br />With light the day starts <br />With darkness it ends <br /> <br />In strife for too long to be <br />In the land of the Cush <br />Near the sea, <br />The clouds rebelled <br />The meadow frowned <br />The soil opposed <br />Fruits they withheld <br />The clouds gave way <br />To a dead blue sky <br />The land became barren <br />And so unfertile <br /> <br />Babies sucked dry nipples <br />Crowded with dead corpuses <br />A cry was heard <br />A wail of desperation <br />To be saved from starvation <br /> <br />Live Aid was staged <br />Now celebrities lobby <br />To gather helping hands <br /> The truth remains… <br />Where there is no needy <br />There are no alms <br /> <br />On to thy lord <br />Land of Cush <br />Stretch your hands <br />Get poorer and poorer <br />Where there is no slave <br />There is no master <br /> <br />Only stretch thy hands <br />And moments of unity <br />Moments of harmony <br />Moments to love <br />Remain at stand still <br />Until posterities to come <br />Since original sin <br /> <br />If there are no faces so scrawny <br />For a breaking news a war story <br />There won’t be a Samaritan; a pacifist <br />If the world goes on without conflict <br />If the “Dark continent” is in harmony <br />How can the Lords rise to glory? <br /> <br />Stretch thy hands <br />Oh, Land of Cush <br />Get poorer and poorer <br />Where there is no slave <br />There is no master!<br /><br />Fasika Ayalew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moments-at-standstill/
