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I KNOW WHY I’VE CRIED

When I came back from your country.
I brought a suitcase full of tears.
I saw children who lost the light in their eyes.
12 year old soldiers without fear.

The poor girl without any chances,
never knew the meaning of the word ‘mine’.
Until that morning in the rain she stepped on it.
Lost both legs at the age of nine.

I don’t know why I came back.
But I know why I’ve cried.
Because the calls for a different future,
are in vain, if they are denied.
Now I know why I’ve cried!
I know…

The so called ‘father’ of the beaten people,
saw the danger of the written word.
Generations forced to silence.
Oppress the nation until it bursts.

“Point a weapon to your brothers and sisters.”
“Built a wall,” families torn apart.
The increasing wind of change disappears,
around the corner where new fires start.

I don’t know why I came back.
But I know why I’ve cried.
The future of a new generation,
defeated when the child in it died.
Now I know why I’ve cried!
I know…

The issue of these remote places,
just a 4 on the scale from 1 to 10.
International meetings of global conscience,
“we can spare .03 %”.
The statute claims to solve the problems.
But it doesn’t say how.
The convention of some foreign city;
But does it help the poor girl on the field right now?

Now I know why I’ve cried!
I know…

Now I know why I came back.
Now I know why I’ve cried.
“Objection! Assessable facts ignored!”
Those who were silent don’t know why they’ve lied.

Now I know why I came back.
Now I know why I’ve cried.
The stories from the runnin’ cameras,
the deluge of (the) written words,
the calls for a different future;
All in vain, if they are denied!
Now I know why I’ve cried!
Yes…
I know…

Tonny de Rouw
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