I wrote this poem in the summer of 1995 when the war in Rwanda created some powerful images. Bobs longterm project is to eventually make a CD of my poetry narrated to his music. The narration would be in the Enigma spoken style male/female and we are always on the look out for someone who's voice could suit. If you would like to help and be involved in our project just let us know. A willing volunteer especially a friend is always welcome .
SANDSTONE
Dirt encrusted body, like a stone amongst the sand
Arms like broken matchsticks, legs too weak to stand,
Wars amongst our nations bring our children to their knees
Can’t they see the horror, death and terrible disease?
Dirt encrusted body, like a stone amongst the sand
At least she’s gone now, soul at peace, no more pain to stand,
Pain in her heart as her babies die
Pain in her gut as the soldiers lie
With her legs torn apart as they take their pleasure,
All dignity gone far too great a measure.
Dirt encrusted body, like a stone amongst the sand
Crumbs of bread held tightly in his tiny little hand,
Sounds of gentle sobbing from his drying filthy lips
Too weak to cry, too scared to move he feels the angel’s kiss.
Greed amongst the warlords, will it never end?
Surrender to the battle, it’ll never make amends
Power hungry madmen with evil twisted minds
Do they really care about our children left behind?
Dirt encrusted bodies like stones amongst the sand.
© J V Ellis 2000