To day has been a funny old day, busy doing nothing I guess. I was routing through some things and came across an old sketch book of mine and the pastel drawing above is one I did. I didn’t date it. But i can distinctly remember doing it. As Band Aid was on the TV and we were all donating money to make a difference to the world especially those in Africa. The day was full of stories of survival and death, as Bob Geldolph went to see for himself their plight.
Here is the poem I wrote at that time. called Large Brown Eyes…
LARGE BROWN EYES.
Large brown eyes that stare straight ahead
No clothing or possessions not even a bed.
March ever onward to the next reservation.
Searching for food, trying to stop their starvation.
Large brown eyes that have done no harm.
A bittersweet land so difficult to farm.
Crops that fail for the lack of rain.
How does anyone survive in this terrain?
Large brown eyes that have lost their shine.
Children that are fed on a sugary brine.
Who will help them solve their plight?
It’s not only the climate, but also tribesmen they fight.
Large brown eyes so full of despair
Will any one help them, does anyone care.
Half of the world that has so much to give
Yet they need so little to enable them to live.
Large brown eyes that have shed there last tear
To a land of plenty gone, with no fear.
A never-ending circle comes around to repeat.
That it ever should happen is beyond belief.
Large brown eyes that survive another season
Enduring so much from mans lack of reason.
Calling all nations with mountains of wealth
Bring forth the grain and knowledge of self-help.
Plant the seed of hope, bring forth the grain
Large brown eyes one day will smile again.