Song Lyric Sunday. The end of the world as we know it.

Jim Adams

Death, Destruction, Pestilence, and Famine. A very apt prompt for today’s Song Lyric Sunday.

This week Jim Adams our host said “When I think about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, I think of Trump, Putin, Kim Jong Un and Xi Jinping ” Well I totally agree with they are and to be honest they really are the epitome of Evil.

When I think of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, I am afraid to say say they are all already here. They have always been here, War a new one each week, Famine ever present too, Death our constant companion and pestilence has been here always too but in the last two years it’s been here big time with Covid in all its varients. Yes the four spheres at the table are ever present.

So to continue in this happy vein my first choice was Chris De Burgh and the vision in this song he mentions the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Into the Light is the eighth studio album by British-Irish singer Chris de Burgh, released in 1986 by A&M Records. The album is notable for featuring de Burgh’s biggest hit, “The Lady in Red“.

The album peaked at number two on the UK Albums Chart, becoming de Burgh’s first studio album to enter the top ten.

“Fatal Hesitation” was a UK number 44 hit, spending four weeks on the chart. “Say Goodbye to It All” was a continuation of the song “Borderline” from 1982’s The Getaway. Both songs frequently appear in de Burgh’s concerts and compilation albums. The song “For Rosanna” is dedicated to de Burgh’s then-2-year-old daughter Rosanna.

The three Chris de Burgh songs used in “Everybody’s in Showbiz”, “The Leader”, “The Vision” and “What About Me?”, are played in the order they appear on de Burgh’s Into the Light album. In fact, the songs each segue into one another, creating what is effectively a single eight-and-a-half minute track with three distinct sections. The songs are sometimes referred to as the “Leader Trilogy”.

The “Leader Trilogy” is arguably the longest song sample used on Miami Vice, as the entire eight-and-a-half minutes of the song are used. However, it is technically comprised of three separate tracks that make up one continuous piece of music; the longest single track featured is “Brothers in Arms” by Dire Straits, from “Out Where the Buses Don’t Run”. Information from Wikipedia

The tack I have chosen is the Vision which track 11 on the above album.

The Vision

And I saw a burning chariot,
And the four horsemen of the apocalypse,
Waiting on high,
And I heard the thunder rolling in,
And behold our leader on a pale horse riding in the sky;

And I saw this land a battlefield,
With a hundred thousand men,
Fighting hand to hand,
And I heard the sounds of victory,
And the rivers ran red with the blood of our enemies;

And I, I saw fire from the sky,
I saw fire, and I saw paradise, (paradise, )
Fire from the sun, I saw fire,
And I saw Alpha and Omega;

Fire, I saw fire,
And I saw paradise, (paradise, )
Fire, I saw fire;

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Chris de Burgh.

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Okay my second choice is a cheery little ditty, is Pigs of War by Black Sabbath.

“War Pigs” is a song by English heavy metal band Black Sabbath, released in 1970 album and the opening track from the band’s second studio album Paranoid (1970).

The original title of “War Pigs” was “Walpurgis”, dealing with the witches’ sabbath. “Walpurgis is sort of like Christmas for Satanists. And to me, war was the big Satan”, said bassist and lyricist Geezer Butler. “It wasn’t about politics or government or anything. It was Evil itself. So I was saying ‘generals gathered in the masses / just like witches at black masses’ to make an analogy. But when we brought it to the record company, they thought ‘Walpurgis’ sounded too Satanic. And that’s when we turned it into ‘War Pigs’. But we didn’t change the lyrics, because they were already finished.”

During this time period, mandatory army service had recently ended in Britain but with the Vietnam War raging, many young men feared they’d be conscripted to fight in it. “That’s what started this whole rebellion thing about not going to war for anybody”, said Butler. “I was dreading being called up”, the lyricist recalled.

Prior to its official release, the band often altered the lyrics significantly when performing it live. An example of this can be found on Ozzy Osbourne‘s compilation The Ozzman Cometh, which features an early version recorded by Black Sabbath for BBC Radio 1 on 26 April 1970. While Butler has said that “War Pigs” is “totally against the Vietnam War, about how these rich politicians and rich people start all the wars for their benefit and get all the poor people to die for them”, vocalist Osbourne has stated that the group “knew nothing about Vietnam. It’s just an anti-war song.” The song’s instrumental iutro is entitled “Luke’s Wall” on US releases of the album, formatted as “War Pigs/Luke’s Wall”.

Drummer Bill Ward‘s first memory of performing the song was at The Beat Club in Switzerland in 1968. The band was required to play multiple sets every night and had little material in their repertoire at that point, so they would perform lengthy jam sessions to fill in the sets. Co-writer and lead guitarist Tony Iommi has said that “War Pigs” originated from one of those jam sessions.

The addition of the air-raid siren and the speeding up of the song’s end were done by producer Rodger Bain and engineer Tom Allom. The band had no input in these decisions, though they were pleased with the results. Information Wikipedia

War Pigs

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death’s construction

In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour

Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
Oh lord, yeah!

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Iommi Anthony Frank / Osbourne John / Butler Terence Michael / Ward W T

War Pigs lyrics © Westminster Music Ltd.,

Happy Sunday Everyone enjoy it while you can. 💜🇺🇦

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 395 CRUST and Scar.

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Begging for a crust
Child’s plight burns into your soul
Leaving a deep scar.

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.

Ronovanwrite’s.

Seriously, Another Year.

Death sat alone in an empty pub, everywhere he went this happened, he’d come in everyone else would leave. Such a shame he thought sipping his pint and watching it drip right through to the carpet….. so embarrassing!

The door flew open with an almighty gust of wind blowing in dust and tumble weed, very unusual for Brixton. Three hooded and cloaked figures entered “Hey man this is a step up from that coffee bar we met in last time” shouted Plague as he sat down and picked up the lager death had ordered for him on the pub app. “How have you been ” asked Death.

“Actually I have been so busy, as busy as you mate, yup it’s been a great couple of years! “

Famine sat down to his Guinness, the food on his plate turn to mush as he breathed on it. “Cheers Death I’m starving and parched.”.

Death nodded as War came in the sound of fighting and gunshot could be heard from the street, hi big man I’ve been busy too handy with Plague here, grabbing all the headlines I can do loads of damage.

Death moved his sythe and war jumped up waiving an AK-47 at him, Death gave him a withering look and said, “Don’t threaten me, you’ll only come off worse! ” War sat down.

“Tell me” asked Famine whose poked Mother Nature she’s in a foul mood, floods, fires, earthquakes, record hurricanes and tornadoes, not to mention climate change. Is she joining us today. ”

“No” Death replied “She’s too busy fighting back, sick of these humans leaching off of her. She sent you her regards Plague and says you’re doing a great job.”

The unfortunate barman came across to the table when Death beckoned to him, “Another round young man and packet of crisps for my friend Famine here! “

The barman, was all at once exhausted, ready for a fight, starving and showing all the main symptoms for covid, returned to the bar and poured these oddly unquieting customers their drinks. As he came back he tripped on Famine’s shopping nearly spilling the drinks. ” Mind the toilet rolls ” Famine snapped. The other three turned and looked at him and as one asked “Seriously”

As they left the barman collapsed, a riot broke out on the streets of Brixton, all the food shops, even Waitrose had their shelves cleared by starving people. Death sighed and set to collecting the dead , a never ending task which pained him. Suddenly his mobile rang

“Hello God here, I see you are all there”

“Yes we’ve been here a while Sir.”

“I know, I suppose you want an apocalypse now?”

“Not really Sir”

“Well you’re not really giving me much choice are you?”

“And a happy New Year to you too Sir”

Death turned his phone off and headed back to the pub, when he arrived it was packed .

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 85: (STUFF(ed)) in the A rhyme line.

I am a week late with this one .

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We are stuffed

This world has truly had enough
There’s no coming back from the edge.
We’re gone too far out on the ledge.
The rich just take and hoard their stuff
The rest of us just take the rough.
Where is the kindness, where’s the care
Rich live off the poor, that’s not fair.
Earth is tired of us parasites
Rich or poor to her we’re just mites.
Injustice just too much to bear.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 386 BELLY & Stuff.

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the empty bellies
of half the world embarrass
all,who stuff themselves.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovanwrite’s

Apocalypse Now?

What a state this world is in. We have a dying planet, choked up with emissions, and strangled with plastic and waste. Now I am sure the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are here. I wrote the poem / story below some years ago. I thought things were bad then yet nothing has improved infact it’s worse. So I have revamped the story today!

IS IT REALLY  TOO LATE? 

Time was late, the day was cold  the doors of the coffee shop suddenly flew apart

The scene  from the street was enough to stop your heart.

Four horse men

Slowly and silently approached along the street.

No one could of known, this was the place they had assigned to meet.

As this strange apparition  it’s progress did make,

It left fights and hunger and  deathly illness in it’s wake.

Where once was the  normal order of life

Was suddenly killing and gorging, sickness, death and strife.

Stopping their horses and dismounting as one

They found a spare lamp post their magnificent animals to leash upon.

One of their number scanned the street “No parking meters ….sweet”

They entered the coffee shop and two fights broke out

And terrible hunger and thirst spread about.

Terrified customers died in the rush for the door

People started to sicken with rashes and pustules and what’s more there was blood and guts all over the floor.

Death motioned the others to get a table

As he addressed the barista, a sickly lad  and ordered “four Americanos and a bagel!”

The boy felt so weak as he looked in to the eyes of Death fear gripped his throat

The rest of his staff were in the same boat lost and helpless’ bereft of hope!

Setting down the tray and handing Famine his food,

“I wanted espresso “griped War in a mood.

Death raised his scythe and told him to mind his place.

For he had the last  word and was in charge of this space!

Finally with the local humans all dead

They sipped quietly on their coffee, just for now doing what their leader had said.

After a short while Conquest / Pestilence looked up

And asked “is this coffee fair trade” as he finished his cup.

Famine smirked at the joke his brother had made.

“I need another , where is the barista ”  Death answered ” He died”…… “Okay” Famine sighed

Coffee over, decisions needed to be  made

How to deal with this world’s problem. Plans had to be laid.

“I think I should simply traverse this world

And make them their missiles unfurl,”

Said War before adding “with you,  Death in my wake,

How long would total annihilation  take?”

“No “chipped in Pestilence I can spread  my cloak and make them all suffer.

I have a new toy Corvid 19

It favours the old and sick , it very keen.

You can then step in Death, as they choke  and splutter.”

War banged the table ready to fight

But Death stepped in knowing his way was right .

Looking around brothers do you not agree

They are doing an excellent job of destroying themselves without any help from you or me.”

He saw they were not happy with his interventions

So he enlightened them all with ghastly intentions .

“We need to just hover on the sidelines and leave them to fester.

It will all end soon, this planet cannot sustain forever these hopeless jesters!

They thought for a while while Death entertained them, with his  fiddle

Like Nero back when Rome was burning. but not such  giggle.

The decision was made and they all agreed

They would just make thing worse for all those in need .

They would feed the wars and starve the medical fractions,

Of knowledge and money.

They would disease the corn the milk and the honey.

Death would stalk the world in his usual way

Clearing up the mess and dead at the end of the day.

They then  left the scene of their destroying powers

Riding  off together into the west leaving death and destruction and lots of wilting flowers .

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The News papers and TV got the story the very same day.

“Police want to question four hoodies on horse back ” they say.

There is  a witness a child who manage to hide and lived to tell what they had seen.

Apparently strange horses, one white,one red, one black and one pale green?

This  made the  headlines  all over, for a day, well maybe one day more

Then it is back to Famine and  Plague in Africa and  the States and UK to step into  yet another War!

The Greens are screaming we must save Mother Earth

Unknowing that she already dancing  a dirge with Death.

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Death sat in a corner and polished his scythe and pondered the meeting that morning,

Well he had at least tried to buy these humans ( for whom he actually cared) some time .

But even holding off his brothers, of hope there still was no sign.

He was tired of all the work he had to do,

Exhausted in fact, and his brothers were too.

The task set before them was too great for them to solve ..

Hopefully God will intervene and those irritating humans will evolve  !

As the Apocalyptic quartet rode off claiming souls

They were laughing at humans all bulk buying toilet rolls.

All that paper won’t help them survive

With plague’s new new virus, no amount of loo roll will keep them alive.

Ring a Ring a Roses

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Ring a ring a roses a pocket full of posies tisshu, tisshu we all fall down.

Where are the grown ups where are they today?

Away shooting each other leaving the little ones to play.

Where is your Mummy, where is your Dad?

They are not here, and that makes us feel sad.

 

Why do you crouch down like that, near the floor.

We are dodging the bullets and rockets when we hear them roar.

Is this shocking is this wrong

Surely this is something we should not allow to go on.

 

We speak from the warmth and safety of our home

But ducking and hiding from war is all these children have known.

 

Where are all the grown ups where are they today.

Ring a ring a roses a pocket full of posies tisshu, tisshu we all fall down.

Mummy is at work and Daddy is at war, far far away.

Why are you so wet has it rained today,

We have been playing with the hose pipe. Have you water spare to play,

There are children dying of thirst in the  world today.

Is this shocking is this wrong,

 

Surely this is something we should not allow to go on.

Are these children happy what will they say

When they get home will Mummy still be happy will Daddy still be away.

Ring a ring a roses and pocket full of posies tisshu, tisshu we all fall down.

Where are all the grown ups where are they today.

Sadly they are all connected fighting  each other in wars today.

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I wrote  this twist on Ring a Ring a Roses  on 14/November/ 2011.

The original nursery rhyme is about  people who died of  the plague    or  not depending on your point of view.

I saw my version as a tale to show  the contrast  between  children  who  live  in a war zone  and those

who  live in, what  to  the children from the war zone  would  see as a charmed  life

I then  decided  to link  their fathers  as  the  protagonist  in the wars raging  around  the world.

World  leaders  and religious leaders  send  their  men and women  off to fight  these unending  wars.

God ( what  ever  you call him/her ) help us all.

I would also  like to direct  you to a post I read on Palestine Rose , I  then saw  the same post  reblogged  on John Coyote’s  blog .

MusicalTheme: Humans.

Now  please  don’t tell Bear, Eva,  Deborah  or Johnny  that I am running so late with this post on humans ! I do have excuses but you don’t need to hear them!

Right  then shall we start! 

Firstly  I wanted to put up Bjork’s Human because it is one of my favourite songs and  videos sadly it has  been used so I am posting  a Japanese cover  by Hajime Chitose close your eyes and it could be Bjork  ……. Open  your eyes it could be Bjork!  (*_*) 

Now what makes humans  different  from  practically all animals……… they have sex  for fun  and not because their  bodies tell them too , well not all the time. 

This  song needs no explantion……….. No it does not!  Forgivness  maybe  but not explanation ! The Bloodhound  Gang  , The Bad touch

So what do we do  that animals don’t :  we lie , we cheat  and hurt.

We hurt each other  we fight wars  and hurt our  children 

We abuse our own children, even in  the most evolved  societies. 

PLEASE BE AWARE , UPSETTING AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. THE PHOTOS ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND ARE NOT ABUSED CHILDREN AS FAR AS I KNOW.

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INVISIBLE

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Invisible that what they called her

Invisible , she is dead now, is that fair.

Everyday  the nice  lady came

She knew,  she did, she heard her use her name.

Evie is asleep her mother carelessly said

Yes Evie is asleep…..Pour Evie was dead.

Lucky was she  if she got the scraps

She was so thirsty  her lips were just chaps.

Frightened each day out of sight she hid

At school no one took notice of the things she did.

Evie  was wasting away  before everyone’s eyes

Stealing from bins, sleeping in class no  one heeding her cries.

Up in her room cowering in the dark

Storming up the stairs, again his hands leave  a mark.

Whimpering and shivering  no point to make a sound

Evie  does not want attention,praying not to be found.

The pain  from his cigarette burns make her want to cry

Cold, tired hungry this child prayed to die.

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He is always tired, dozing in class  and accident  prone

His parents are the perfect couple , how is he at home.

He is so clumsy covered in cuts and bruises

Mummy only feeds him  when she chooses.

Daddy can’t stand him so he keeps out of sight

It is better that way, Mummy can’t protect him she has given up the fight.

His teacher is worried the child is so thin

Just look at those bruises, he is nothing but bone and skin.

Talk in the staffroom , what can be done

You need to be careful no one will back you if you get it wrong.

To hell with the rules she can’t stand watching this anymore

So she calls the police and the headmistress and tells them what she saw.

Visits are made every week can we see James . No he’s asleep!

Little James can hear this help , but to get down from the cupboard  is too big a leap.

James is away with his nanny you see

Having fun at the seaside, in the sun running free.

He is too tired, and too hungry to cry

He is invisible , and invisible he will die.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/invisible/

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But we can be good we help each other and we can care , most of us do care and do help. 

 

Death by Aid

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Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

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Where is the help  that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense  you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.

War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.

Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest  but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes  just ignore the flies.

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/08/06/278/

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But it is still happening, isn’t it . Many say that is life that is the human lie………. Is it really.

Well I suppose I should finish on a happy note……….. Let  me see Humans are always hopeful . So lets have  a couple of songs of hope. Firstly a song  from the Decemberists . Sons  and Daughters. As I hear this song  after  either  a huge war or a huge calamity those that are left  get together to start again . I love this  song  and this a beautiful human video!

Now  I am finishing  with some  advice  the best I have ever had! “Better Get To Livin’ ” When I was at the lowest  edd of my recent  life I came across this wonderful video . Obviously  made  by a lovely young man, who I hope is well happy  and living  a good life taking Dolly Parton’s advice 

Goodness this lad his smile and Dolly’s  words have saved me more than once!!

Okay  sorry this was not my usual entree  but  love hugs  and good vibes to you all !! Oh! and yes  BETTER GET TO LIVIN!

PLEASE  CHECK THE OTHERS OUT !

Bear:         We Begin             http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-on-earth/

Bear:         We Continue       http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-of-earth-we-continue/

Eva:           What is human   http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/human-what-is-that-being-a-theme-essay-with-musical-side-effec ts/

Deborah:  The Humans       http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-theme-for-november-13-the-humans/#comment-755

Johnny:     Everything           http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/everything-human-music-theme-111313/

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NABLOPOMO: DEATH’S BOOK IS LOST

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The fairy foxes  had found the book . They could not believe their eyes.

Did you know there were fairy foxes ? no,  nor did I, it was really a surprise!

They had found some music in it which had  made then dance

Such  a cute sight these charming fairy foxes  leap and prance.

But  we have not time  to linger watching them here

Death, his angel assistant and three brother riders will soon be drawing near!

 

The forest was a flutter all was hustle and  bustle

The animals  askance  because the invisible fairy foxes dance was making the leaves to rustle.

Humans in the towns and cities  were worried  by the fact

That no one was dying despite their pleas and crying. It was making a huge impact!

The maimed, the diseased  all brought to their knees , begging  for oblivion  please!

 

If looks could kill, Death would have his will  but nobody was dying

The Angel of death wanted to be back on side with Death, he  was really trying!

Death brought  then all to a halt. If we are to mix with men  our appearance needs to change

It will not help muttered plague, we’ll still wither their crops and give their dogs the mange!

What about him asked war pointing at the angel of death,  I do not give a damn said Death!

Famine said he was starving, and so they changed ready to enter the human realm, for now of death bereft .

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TO BE CONTINUED

 

Death by Aid

I just read an amazing post on Friskie Bunnie’s blog 

http://friskybunny.wordpress.com/2011/11/14/promise-kept/#comment-231

Do go to the page  and read it it is very good.

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It reminded me of one I wrote earlier , so I am re posting it .

Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

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Where is the help  that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense  you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.

War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.

Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest  but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes  just ignore the flies.

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.