Our Many Faces

 

Aleppo, yes, I know

 

Sounds like a sixth

Marx brother from

Post-Vaudevillian

Capers

 

But children die there

From what war takes

 

Which is all right

Since we don’t value

Children, anyway:

 

If we did, we’d see

They were not shot

And killed, they never

Suffered in want

Of food or a good

School

 

We’d value them like

Prizes won in the

Most precious bingo

Game or ski-ball

 

We’d sit with them,

We’d watch them eat,

See that they are

Clean inside and out

 

And have temerity

To ask for help when

Needed

 

We’d celebrate the

Family that we are

Part of, even if we’re

Not their parents

 

Because in the most

Worldly way we are

 

We’d say, it’s for the

Children; and we’d

Mean it

 

We’d change

Everything to have

Them safe and well

And jiggly playful at

Home

 

We’d do the world

Right this time

 

C L Couch