No bodies on the beach today, no poster boys to cry for, but put your cheek to the sand and feel how it trembles with the heat of gunpowder. Caress it with your tongue and taste the salt of tears, the metallic tang of bloodshed. It was carried here in warning, so listen to the sombre song that drifts upon the waves. It speaks of death in the far and distant lands of Other; an unbreakable brand a slave to birth alone.
Solitary songbird soaring in the sky
Poised to gift her music to desert plains so dry
Flightless, fallen comrades, compassion for them all
Swallowed in the silence that thrives on pleasure’s fall
Blinkered in the search of vessels for her love
The black hole soul of humans won’t drain this selfless dove
Collecting tears of sorrow that shimmer with regret
To nourish desperate saplings burdened with our debt
And as her wings grow weak, no offer of relief
She tumbles towards the Earth that’s healed by her own grief
But she feels not fear or anger as she takes her dying breath
For she can hold her head up high in her honourable death
Let us not wait until it’s too late to show compassion to this glorious world we live in; the wonderfully diverse creatures that call it home and the fellow people with whom we share it. #1000Speak for compassion today, but I think it’s not too grand a claim to say we could all stand to show a little more of it every day.