Cries Of Help. Poem by David Boyce

Cries of help.

Cries of help from a pregnant mother,
Cries of help to one another,
Cries from the injured and those in pain,
Cries all because of those insane.

Radicalised by those so high,
Told what to do and to even die,
Brainwashed to believe by those in trust,
No chance to deny they are told they must.

Fanatical preachers just using others,
For their personal gains, sisters and brothers,
They tell them it's because their god says to fight,
But other believers will say that's not right.

Our faith tell us to help those in need,
Instead they kill or let them bleed,
We welcome all faiths with dignity and pride,
We shouldn't need to run and hide.

When you join our communities,
We welcome you into our schools,
Yet you still want to live your life,
By your old countries rules.


Written by David Boyce
23 November 2015
David Boyce © 2015