ON THE SCREEN

On the screen,

I saw famine stricken lands

And a girl dying –

Not from food famine

But from family famine:

No family member was there

To open the door…

And then on the screen,

I saw war-stricken lands

And the boy soldier dying

Not from gun shot wounds

But from wounds of a heart

That would not part with a father

Whose grave was too raw…

Yet still on the screen,

The great killer breeze, in one clenched call,

Sent thousands to hell:

For being too slow,

Too slow for the heavenly chariot;

And they managed to pray,

“God, why do you forsake ...”

And we all sat there,

Double-breasted,

With snobbish teeth and tears,

And the question,

“who would go for us?”

Was received with enthusiasm,

‘The Seventh World Saviours!’