I look upon the dark of night, and go to bed content, <br />Knowing that, tomorrow l will eat and be replete, <br />But I know, as you well do, the same cannot be said, <br />For brothers who will wake unfed, no food to eat, <br />Or maybe will not rise at all because they wake up dead. <br /> <br />Whose fault is this, the world has plenty, it isn’t me or you, <br />But yes it is, I’ll tell you why, <br />Because if we do nothing another one will die, <br />We cause, their death by our inaction, and here’s a clue, <br />“For evil to exist, it only needs, good men to do nothing.” <br />And let us be frank, that is what we do. <br /> <br />A little black girl was crying, <br />She was hungry of course, <br />Her mother’s Corpse was lying, <br /> Were the soldiers had left her dying, <br />The soldiers had weapons of course, <br />Supplied by a country like yours or mine, <br />I’m uncomfortable with that, <br />How are you? Just fine? <br /> <br /> <br />Is peace Impossible given the nature of man? <br />Is our destiny written on some universal plan? <br />Perhaps our fate is determined and posted on a wall, <br />'In a drab anonymous office at the end of the hall, <br />In a Municipal building that we all could go and see <br />Except that this office is at the end of infinity. <br /> <br />But it is we who control were our future lies, <br />So we are the architects of our own demise, <br />We have it within us to emulate God, <br />Our nature is such That we yearn to do good, <br />It never will happen, if the result is malaise, <br />For inaction and apathy, will never win praise. <br />And that little girl’s dead mother you will not raise.<br /><br />Damian Cranney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-brothers-keeper/
