Not Alone in the Silence.
Who are you? Called to wake mid-morning light,
To face the hurts and hardships of the day,
For not alone, we stand against this blight,
A multitude of hands unto the fray.
Despite those times on immigrants they spat,
Raising empty cries or barbed calumnies,
Here far from home in distant Gujarat,
Nurse they now our stricken casualties.
Perhaps the tables will have truly turned,
And we shall learn before its ner too late,
No longer to remain so unconcerned,
Humanity restored to kinder fate.
Or, be assured the poor will foot the bill,
From when the world fell silent and stood still.
By Ruairí de Barra © 2020