35. Tragedy In Bangladesh

35.
Tragedy In Bangladesh

A country rises from the dust,
from hunger, thirst and needs must.
It begins to spread its wings to abolish all those things.
It brings in jobs and hope and joy,
for children food, a school, a toy.
Then a factory tumbles down, people die in fire, they drown.
Why is this, why must this be? Let me see now, let me see.
Every baby learns to walk
and smile and crawl and sing and talk.
At first, it falls flat on its face. Oh, keep going, human race!
Learning, learning all the time,
he sees a tree, she starts to climb.
Who never made a mistake? No one ever, that’s for sure.
The rich should not despise the poor,
we all start somewhere, simple, pure.
Those in power, of each rank,
should not care just for cash in bank.
Parent, landlord, boss or wife,
all have their own view of life.
One thing in common they should share,
that, for everyone they care.
We depend on those above
to care, to share, to work, to love.
So, then learn from each mistake,
be brave, another footstep take.
Change is not your enemy, it is your friend, good company.
Good rulers, parents, children, all,
take fresh steps, however small.
Price and quality itself put good goods upon the shelf.
In every aspect let this be, above all, quality.
Good leaders care, a child may cry,
a mother live, a mother die.
We learn to live, we learn to learn,
wages are not all we earn.
Oh God I cannot say it all! Behold, the writing on the wall.
The blind may see, the blind may read,
the blind might learn, the blind might lead.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
I want to laugh and love, not cry.
A less than perfect poet speaks,
I cry, I try, birds sing, have beaks.