Rivers of blood (poem)

                                  RIVERS    OF  BLOOD ( poem)


                            When  rivers  dry up
                             When  taps  go  dry
                             When  women  and children
                              Wander  in search of water
                              In polluted, dry or stagnant  rivers
                              Clogged  with  plastic, rubber, bottles
                              Cans, barbed  wire and carcasses
                               New  rivers  are  rising
                               And  flowing  swiftly
                               In Syria, Somalia, Afghanistan, DRC
                               In  Pakistan  and  Palestine
                               The  blood  of innocents
                                Of  women  and children
                                Of   the precious  youth.
                                 Wasted  for  nothing
                                 Only to feed  this hungry  river
                                 In the hospitals  no blood
                                 To  save the sick
                                 But  streams  of blood
                                 Flow  in the streets of Aleppo
                                 Damascus  and  Homs
                                 In  Karachi  and  Kabul .
                                 But  why,why  I  ask
                                 Why  this  direst  cruelty
                                 Who  will  drive  some sense
                                  Into  the killers'  minds
                                  Who  will  close the source
                                  Of  this   endless  pain
                                  Of  these  ever-flowing  tears
                                  The  tears  of  the innocent,the silent

                                  The  uprooted, the  roofless,the helpless.