By I. J. Fox
Oh the sorrow, such bitter misery
Can you see it in their faces?
Each one distinct, but all alike
Different people, different lives
Yet the same sorrow, the same anguish
Can you see it in their eyes?
I stand alone, seeing, but wishing I did not
Human lives, broken and torn, souls tortured and caught
Can one see such things and go untouched?
No, I think not.
“What is so sad? Did a house grow old?” a young voice asked.
I turned and saw a small girl in a thin dress of white
No answer did I have for her
Overcome, I was, by her innocence amidst such horror
Could true beauty still exist in a world of such hate?
It was soon anger I felt,
Wanting to crush this last false hope
To expose the cruel truth to this impudent spark of light and life
To show the world as it truly is, with all its terrors and harsh realities
But a thought stayed my lips,
Shall I, who wept bitterly of the cruelty of others
Myself contribute to the horror?
And shatter the innocence of one so purely unaware?
No, I will not – I cannot
Though dark and ugly our world may be,
So has it been for many an age.
And as it remains the same,
So shall our battle for righteousness remain the same.
We must fight on,
No matter the darkness surrounding us.
We will run and not grow weary and walk not grow faint.