I live in a country, Guyana, dubbed "the land of six races," that has seldom been without conflict. Too often in my country, disputes have arisen, but fortunately we manage to come up with a solution.
Taking into consideration the present suppressed state of many nations in the world today, it is very difficult for anyone to remain oblivious forever. Though many of us never encountered any of these situations, it is imperative that each and every of us remember those who are not as fortunate as ourselves. This poem is not just for the countries currently in dispute, but for all people who are living lives far from what they are entitled - democracy that does no harm to another.
Here's to the day when the world will experience the peace and happiness we all crave and so deserve, which cannot be unless all of us make the effort. Consideration and compassion is part of being human, and it seems that recently many of us have lost our humanity.
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life
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Sometimes I wonder what it is like to be free, Like a monkey swinging from tree to tree, Or like young eagles way in the skies, Calling to each other with joyful cries. Oh, to be free and without a care, Not to live in bondage or constant fear. To live each day and spread my wings, To be forever untouched by negative things. |
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