“ A Boy ” ~ face down ~

A boy floating on a rug,

May have better chance

Than with mother’s hug,

Who wants effort enhance

Survival on a perilous tug,

Fleeing seditious advance

Save errant boat capsized,

In a bid to flee the conflict

Where peace be said alive,

But its refuge not explicit

As bureaucracy deprives,

In silence to the desperate

A boy’s fate is compromised,

To be sadly found face down

On a rocky surf too helpless,

As man wallows in indifference…

 

How to save a drowning child

From a country war torn toll,

In spite of civil servants’ bile

Held wanting a declare untold,

For said bureaucrat’s dusty file

Ignores a child’s reaching hold,

Finds fellowman fail, to go the mile!

 

                                            in memory of a boy called Alan Kurdi,

                                                   and all war-torn children sacrificed,

                                                           thru man’s warring need for greed!

                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

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“ Conjugated People ” ~ by shade ~ the poem.

 

People are played

To lend disorder,

Sorted by shade

Ranked in colour,

Thus to persuade                                                        

Reluctant objectors,

Thence to dissuade

They who so claim,

Black white or other

Meant be the same,

Yet ignore brothers

Made suffer in vain,

A hand that fosters

Segregationist game,

To ostracize druthers

While man plays blind,

To coloured skin cause

Gives marginalized time,

And its racists’ applause

Conjugates them by shade,

Fixed in fellowman’s mind!

                                

                                       oh to find survive, as a one people world,

                                                         with a rainbow coloured spine!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier