 Despair by Ute Carson The-Barricade.com, A Political Poetry Ezine, December 9, 2005 December 9, 2005 It makes sense that when a child is born Somewhere a person dies, Keeping the balance Between life and death. When I read that a young girl, raped on the Turkish border, Carries her blind brother on her back Through rubble and rain And then jumps with him from a sheer cliff My sympathies for the sufferers loses its mooring And flaps helplessly like a bird with a broken wing. Like that bird I struggle to fly up once more To a branch, however brittle and fragile, To try to spy hope again.
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