"Prayer of the Children"
I was with a friend this afternoon and listened to a piece that he played for me called: "
Prayer of the Children" It really spoke to me, here is the text:
"Can you hear the prayer of the children on bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry, turning heavenward toward the light.
Cryin' who will help me to see the mornin' light of one more day, but if I die before
I wake, I pray my soul to take.
Can you feel the hearts of the children aching for home for something of their very own?
Reaching hands with nothing to hold onto, but hope for a better day.
Cryin' who will help me to feel the love again in my own land, but if unknown roads lead away from home, give me loving arms 'way from harm.
Can you hear the voice of the children softly pleading, for silence in their shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate, blood of the innocent on their hands.
Cryin' who will help me to feel the sun again upon my face? For when darkness clears, I know you're near, bringing peace again." By Kurt Bestor
This written in response to the bombing of a children's hospital in Bosnia in the 90's.
I remember being at the Slovenian border in 1993. We had our own train compartment as we were traveling to Budapest. In the middle of the night at this border young soldiers with machine guns ripped our compartment open yelling: "UP! UP! PASCSPORT NOW!!!" They did this three times and each time they yanked refugees off of the train. I have always wondered what had happened to those folks.
As the immigrant child and child orphan of a deceased war vet and a mother who was herself a refugee, I feel a deep kinship with the sentiments of this piece (you can listen to it on youtube).
It just was a good reminder of how easy I have it and but for the privilege of birth in a first world nation that could have easily been myself.!!!
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