Lying here thinking…

whilst the world is turning,

innocents in torment,

and the monks are still burning.

Peace was banished,

from this mystical land,

torture and imprisonment,

bedfellows, hand in hand.

The other continent –

starvation the plague,

Aids, poverty and illness,

apparent every day.

Conflict and oppression,

rule many a sacred Isle,

punished by their birth rite,

how can I rest or smile?

For I am one who’s lucky,

with freedoms of a Queen,

a life of capitalist luxury,

to me – feels quite obscene.

© Suffering 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm