Soaring spirit
An armless kid
Playing soccer,
His tiny head,
His arms
That lift the
Ball and his
Indomitable spirit,
That finds little delights
In life’s ironies.
The conflict
Claimed his young arms
But simply
Failed to kill
His unconquerable spirit
That triumphs
Over the crippling disability—
A strong message
To the global merchants of death
That kill innocents
In Afghanistan,
Somalia,
India,
Iran,
Or
Pakistan,
These survivors
Of the killing fields,
Continue to smile,
Sweetly at the hate-filled
Programmed mercenaries.
(Inspired by a picture of Majid Saeedi, an award-winning Iranian photojournalist)
Poignant and compassionate. The poem more than ably addresses one of the pressing universally relevant moral and ethical concerns; the stark truth of which is that were there no profit in weapons manufacture ,they would have to invest in other non-lethal products.
The thoughts of the earth. Exactly. Nicely penned.