Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Newspaper Man

by Claire Vorster

Have you seen those black and white photos,
Of children caught in another man’s war?
Those innocent eyes,
Old and cold before their time,
Waiting for nothing,
No hope, no future.
 
But I’m just a newspaper man,
Not strong enough to make any difference.
 
Have you driven downtown lately?
The kids are not just kissing now,
They’re taking pills and powders,
To dull their pain,
Waiting for nothing.
No hope, no future.
 
But I’m just a newspaper man,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
 
All you have to do is look,
You’ll see that the world
is crying out for hope.
‘Oh’ you say, ‘the world is a big place,
How can I make any difference?’
 
Well, the world maybe big,
But it starts on our doorstep.
If you can give one person hope,
They can give it to another.
Until it reaches the children in another man’s war.
And the kids won’t need drugs anymore.
 
That’s the best news
I could hope for.

Added: 25.03.2010

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