Everyday, <br />A mother watches, <br />As the child she gave birth to, <br />Breathes his last, <br />In her arms. <br />Everyday, <br />A sister waves goodbye to her brother, <br />Knowing inside, <br />That she may never see him again. <br />Everyday, <br />A family sits together, <br />Sits together and prays, <br />To live to see another sunrise. <br />We sit in the comfort of our house, <br />And pity the people, <br />Whose lives are being treated, <br />Like a minor pawn in a master’s chess. <br />Their souls hang in the balance, <br />Awaiting the decision, <br />Of the players of the chess of life. <br />We sit and we pray, <br />For the millions to receive, <br />Better treatment, <br />At the other end. <br />But we do not realize, <br />The true gravity, <br />Of this catastrophe, <br />Until we are involved. <br />Every decision they make, <br />Means another child dead, <br />Another brother lost. <br />Why do we stand at their mercy? <br />Our lives like a thread, <br />A thread they can cut, <br />As their heart pleases. <br />Why are their children not dying? <br />Why are their cheeks dry? <br />Why are they not crying? <br />Are they really oblivious, <br />To the screams of the mothers, <br />The sobs of the sisters? <br />But we still can’t realize, <br />The real gravity, <br />Of this catastrophe, <br />Until we are involved. <br />Our eyes shall open, <br />When our lives hand in the balance, <br />Awaiting the decision, <br />Of the players of the chess of life…<br /><br />Ridah Ellahi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chess-of-life-the-cry-of-a-nation-2-recommended/
