WHO’S COUNTING THE PETALS?
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004
Floods here, drought there, disease, swollen belliesÉ
Refugees from civil wars pleading aid;
Terror taking place on our own TVs;
Men, women, children, learning to be afraid
So what are the world’s governments doing?
All they can, we’re expected to believe;
So why such tragic images we’re seeing
Of a world wearing its heart on its sleeve?
Where horror hits hardest, a hurt laid bare;
Beyond headlines, unimaginable pain;
Flowers at gravesides, each petal a tear
For those men, women, children moving on
Plenty cash for this war, that electionÉ
A centuries-old degeneration
