I once walked past two frogs that lie;
Dead and dry and dirty at night;
And I looked past and turned my eye;
Like all who ever crossed that sight.
The next day I wandered again;
But only one of two remained.
Left unattended, it still lingered;
While the other one got wiped away.
Our gates shuddered as a woman cried;
Begging for alms, more for her child.
And I looked past and turned my eye;
like all who ever crossed that sight.
And I’ve seen barefoot kids on streets;
With their misery on their sleeves.
Offering toys and tales unsung;
As I continued to stare up front.
‘It’s all an act, you can’t fall for the trick’
But the act itself is the suffering.
We ignore the evident pleas and cries,
But praise those with a benevolent eye.
I wish to never be that person again;
Never to turn my eye and pretend;
Like you were just another animal dry;
Left unattended under the sky.
-To Naomi
But only one of two remained.
Left unattended, it still lingered;
While the other one got wiped away.
Our gates shuddered as a woman cried;
Begging for alms, more for her child.
And I looked past and turned my eye;
like all who ever crossed that sight.
And I’ve seen barefoot kids on streets;
With their misery on their sleeves.
Offering toys and tales unsung;
As I continued to stare up front.
‘It’s all an act, you can’t fall for the trick’
But the act itself is the suffering.
We ignore the evident pleas and cries,
But praise those with a benevolent eye.
I wish to never be that person again;
Never to turn my eye and pretend;
Like you were just another animal dry;
Left unattended under the sky.
-To Naomi