Godless Missionary
Just another suburban face, generic and voiceless.
Lost in the world of self importance.
Comfort, luxury and unrealised wealth
Love, hate, tears but nothing so real to instill any fears.
Across an ocean, to distant to hear
Are voices screaming, stomaches rumbling, tears to dry to fall
Our worse demons are their blessed angels
Dust, blood and pain will forever remain.
Every prayer unanswered
Every whisper unheard
Every face lost
And with distance no one cares.
Just another suburban child,
Wishing, hoping, but not doing
Just another third world statistic dying and starving beneath the same sun
Different lives, though through the same eyes lies each of us.
No amount of coins in a jar
Or random credit lobbed a far
Strange boots on the ground
Helping hands all around
Just another selfish white faced child
spoilt, sheltered and naive
What to do? How to help?
What cause to heede?
A Godless Missionary without the means,
Sacrifice all for those with none?
Surrender everything to embrace the unknown?
No reward to great but to give?
A man alone is forgotten
A man for many is perhaps great
A man who helps
A man who cares?
What house, what worldly possesion is worth
more than a dying child?
What suburban need is so prized to deny anothers
life?
What expected luxury is to great to give up for a mothers life?
What day in and day out trait is to much for a trial of ones own honour?
How strong to be to walk away?
How strong to be to give it away?
How strong to be to save just one?
How strong to be to wander across an ocean?
This is the cross road of another suburban child.
Here is more of the same
There is much of nothing...
A crusade without a soul....just a man willing to help.
Hello Doghouse 2010
Kym Robinson
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