I Can Be Your Hero...Who Will Dare To Say? Poem by Inner Whispers

(Monday, January 19,2009 * Awakened always by what is happening to our children of today...especially at GAZA. I hope I can make a difference!)

Through the jOurney of tHis nYmph,

A sOng is heaRd, sHe paused and listened,

At the daRk siDe of the fOrest full of harmful tweeds,

She's stacked, she can move but freedOm can't be hers;

Who will be her heRo, who will be there to free her?

Who cares really, to free one's heart,

Drawn into bullets, cracking endlessly to savage cries;

If some are outrageous, only seeking their desires,

Power and territory, screaming their terror fight!

Damn people, damn wisdom they have at hand,

Using this mercilessly, happy to see cries, weep of angels;

Woe of innocent people, destruction and oblivion,

Who wants this, who else but these ruling vultures of higher positions!