Books lie scattered before me; scattered like my thoughts <br />Spring has come to the city; blossoms fall and form a carpet on the ground. <br />Sounds are muted now; the day is coming to an end <br /> Evening draws nigh. The cold wind will bounce off the river <br />The river that is both a taker and a giver <br /> <br />Flows of thoughts, floods of emotions, <br />I think of the earthquake in China, the weeping millions <br />Humanity in pain, and Myanmar, also in tears <br />War-torn zones, unrest and discord <br />Jaipur bleeding because of plots that are evil <br />And so many of earth’s children without parents, fears <br />That will remain for all their lives <br /> <br />The earth gives and takes away, while we stand by <br />Tomorrow might come with our very own goodbye <br />Tomorrow might come with we know not what <br />The earth is but a boiling pot.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humanity-in-pain/
