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    Daydreaming

    Sitting on the sidewalk staring at the carefree tourist lady
    sauntering slowly past the tempting stores
    hat firmly in place and handkerchief waving in the stubborn heat
    no taxis in sight on the busy street
    I imagined myself in war-torn Germany
    another world, another time, another place
    a world war eons ago, a fall from carefree grace
    buildings in shambles as far as my eye could see
    mere shells of those once gay ladies
    the champagne parties they lived for!
    how the music played as they danced away the nights!

    Never dreaming of a scheming
    crazed and evil madman coming
    closer and closer. Heil Hitler! Became the damning salute
    no country seemed to scare this psychotic brute
    from Poland and Austria, France and Japan
    Belgium and Denmark, and even Holland
    through small Greece and proud Norway, the Netherlands too
    he marched and took possession, taunting those who
    fought to stop the madness with spirit and cunning
    to outwit this demagogue, this self-crowned king
    such slaughter took place, it's remembered today
    leaving the world reverberating in pain, and
    some still needing to pay.

    So how, NOW, though a continent away
    tell me, how can it still be this way?
    as I sit in this solid heat, throat pulsating with sweat
    why are children still being taken captive and mauled to death
    torn away from their mothers who are enslaved for sex
    slave wives to warlords and gang-raped each night
    reduced to the unwanted, the unseen, the horrifying fright
    that they stoically have to face each day
    the remaining children of Darfur are being sent away
    for safety by the thousands they walk through the dark
    mile upon mile, for them this is no lark
    as they hide and run, hoping for their lives to be spared
    to live and grow, is life more precious for the scared?
    10,000 per month are dying, lacking food and no money
    we take these for granted, for them an ended journey.

    As I drag myself up from the sidewalk at last
    daydreaming seems silly, especially about the past
    but the present is here, right in our backyard
    what can we do to help those who feel there's no God?
    offer pithy assurances, hide in our beds?
    do we pick up a gun, help to stain the ground red?
    can we find just $1, or five, ten or twenty?
    to back those brave enough to face the Janjaweed fury?

    Darfur is by far not the only place in need
    many parts of our beautiful Mother Africa bleeds
    millions left their homes, by force or by choice
    praying for those still there, hoping for a free life
    wishing and wanting, somehow, for someone to fix all
    gnashing teeth, wringing wrists, tears like a waterfall
    hopeless, helpless, huddled in their grief
    when did happiness sneak away in the night like a thief?
    though the rebel groups at last signed an agreement
    who can you trust nowadays, not them or the government!

    I climb in my car and head down to the wharfs
    where the sea is a little choppy, creating bobbing boats
    I pray for all peoples and hope against hope
    for the piteous and weak, disadvantaged, disenchanted
    these cities and towns still spit up their poor and unwanted
    after you've walked the streets day after day in vain
    finding nothing new but the same expected pain
    the wilds of a concrete jungle are so dense
    we are lost in existence, life just makes no sense
    lonely and forgotten amid the overgrown masses
    we cower and hide behind rose colored glasses
    each in our cubicle of life, feeling nothing!
    only working and waiting, and wishing, and wanting
    for God's sake....!
    Just get up and DO something!

    © 5/5/06 nomadicrhymer

    International Crisis Group - Crisis in Darfur

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    Standing ovation! Bravo! Aplauds! Totall AWESOME!:rocking: :friends: :bass:


    Posted By lanaia74 | Feb 24, 2007
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    nomadicrhymer JPiC Premium VIP Member

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    lanaia75, I appreciate the comments! I feel honored that you found this piece worth of a standing ovation!

    Thanks again,
    Nomad

    erikestabrook JPiC Premium VIP Member

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    now this talks very matter of factly about soem real concerns,
    I like the change of scenery you get in thsi one form different places then traveling in the mind, you educated a little pretty nice poem
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    nomadicrhymer JPiC Premium VIP Member

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    Hey Erik, glad you enjoyed this one...I wrote this one over a year ago and posted on another site, trying to encourage people to donate to help the children worldwide who are, sadly, invariably, the victims of war or warlike actions by others.

    Nomad
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    Dear Ms T,

    :wow: A message heard loud and clear. Such is the journey ridden in politics, war, greed, guilt, and government. This was a wonderful poem poem scribed in tribute to the International Crisis Group. That last stanza is just gripping, as gripping can get. There is so much to be done, for so many people, in so many places. Yet, yes, we can make a difference somewhere, to someone, if we just take a step to do it. Often times the children run away or end up missing, and is so sad. Thank you for sharing this with us, as the message is an important one. I have included a link to my poem called "Missing", as this reminded me of it.

    http://jpicforum.info/miscellaneous/missing-269.html

    Thank you again Ms Therese, as I hope many read this poem.

    {{{~~**KIM**~~}}}

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    WOW :D a really good poem nomad, i agree with all the others ;)


    Posted By ¤Me¤ | Feb 25, 2007
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    This is a great poem...deep reflection of our world and those of us who live within it. It almost hurt to read how blind or uncaring we are...yet, we all know the truth...that we are at our best...or all the wrongs we see happening would have already been fixed and there would be no starving children or other attrocities...ouch!


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    nomadicrhymer JPiC Premium VIP Member

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    Thanks for reading, Benny...I don't know if we are at our best, as much as we are what we've always been..."human, scared, afraid of reprisals, afraid of dying....just plain human". In my warrior's heart I have righted many wrongs...in reality all I can do is contribute money to the causes and pray....and remember that God is STILL working it all out for good...no matter how heinous it may seem to our human minds, hope is not lost...HE is still in control.

    Nomad

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