i saw an angel cry….
poem May 23rd, 2009
this has been sitting at the back burner for quite sometime now as i cannot moved on further than the first line. it was inspired by an anesthetist, a zimbabwean, who, after coming back from his native land has told us the realities of war that savaged his beloved land.it is only now that i find a spark of inspiration to see it to the end.
we don’t have to be in the actual battleground to know the pain.listening to him reliving what he saw and feeling powerless to do something about it makes me feel incapacitated by profound feeling of sadness. we don’t have to be in ground zero to feel the devastation, lost and loneliness. war, in whatever shape and form, always creates a big gaping hole in humanity.
i saw an angel cry
amidst a multitude savaged by war
dreams daily lost, hopes forever gone
darkness prevail, lights never come
where fields were erst a golden feast
now turned to place where battle rage
what was once green now blood spills
the cries of innocents gnaws in pain
once where children roams the earth
they filled the air with robust zest
not today, i’m afraid to state
most of them lies in eternal rest
while nights were filled with lullabies
morning brings a lovely time
now all you see are ghostly towns
gnashing teeth and tortured cries
golden sun has lost its rays
majestic moon calls out in vain
when is this madness gonna end
until then….. i’ll weep with him
by eng
May 23rd, 2009 at 4:38 am
“gnashing teeth and totured cries”
Nobody wins during a war! I weep with you and your friend, Eng. I weep for the children -they are the ones who are greatly ravaged and scarred by war. Even if they survive, they carry the horror and trauma for the rest of their young lives (it’s sheer luck if they grow old enough to tell the tale).
May 23rd, 2009 at 5:18 am
after hearing his story, the first thing i did when i reached home that night is hug my little one.my heart cries out for those who, because of this senseless madness, can never hug their child again…
yes, tesya, the children are those who suffered the most and becomes casualties of war.for what purpose…to satisfy man’s greed for power, to satiate his needs for further corruption.
May 23rd, 2009 at 9:52 am
Had a similar encounter with a victim of war in Vietnam. Met this lady who share with me her experiences when they escaped Vietnam during the war traveled across the ocean from Vietnam to the US with just a small boat, with her 3 year old daughter and a baby on the way. Took them almost a month on the ocean with very limited food and water. A great story which I appreciated so much to learn. I was in tears upon hearing her story.. very sure there are so many of them who had unforgettable stories to tell.
This is lovely Eng !
May 23rd, 2009 at 5:52 pm
lovely Eng. When I first heard Khai’s sharing of how the war in Vietnam has affected their family, I was in tears, deeply crying, and Khai had to stop sharing his story assuring me he is okay now. And that was not the part even where they had to escape Vietnam by taking a boat, face uncertainty and hunger in the ocean for months, but where I cried the most was when they were still in Vietnam and how the war has ravaged and strained most of the families normalcy.