My Heart Bleeds
Oh,
God! Can’t thou stop my heart from bleeding? Pricked
by a thousand arrows, Afflicted by innumerable arrows. My
heart bleeds when I hear the cry of an infant, Deserted
by its mother to the mercy of destiny. My
heart bleeds when I see a man Rejoicing
at the fall of his brethren, Unmindful
of the downtrodden and afflicted. My
heart bleeds when I see the massacre Of
innocent men and women. My
heart bleeds when I see the soil of this holy land Stained
with the blood of innocent people. My
heart bleeds when I see violence In
all its ugly manifestations on earth. My
heart bleeds when I hear the outcry of people Who
neither have a morsel to feed nor a home to live. My
heart bleeds when I listen to the woes Of
the millions who are the carriers of AIDS. Oh!
Has humanity been lost in the wilderness of sins? Alas,
Has it died a death--un-mourned? or
has it been lost in the gloom of this world? ~S.R.VIDHYA~
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