Broken Toys
Dear friends, it's my pleasure, as it always is, to share my poems. This time, I introduce you to "Broken Toys." My sensitivity to suffering and injustice guided me to write this poem.
Why can we humans not escape the curse of self-destruction that has pursued humanity since the beginning of so-called civilization?
As always, I invite the readers to comment and discuss the poem's message. Thank you.
Broken Toys
A poem by Sal Godoij
Life is so cruel at times
It punishes some people so viciously
Sometimes
And I wonder why they suffer
These penances
Like if the meek were those chosen to pay
For the sins of the entire humanity
Long before their birth
Life is so cruel at times
Leaves marks so profound in their hearts
In their souls, in their eyes
Is it the wrath of some vengeful god
Falling on the lambs only
While wolves howl to the moon?
I cry because I know
I feel their pain. I can tell
This man, dragging his chains
That woman, dragging her sorrows
Carrying their crosses
Plodding their way through their Way of Sorrows
And why them, why them, Oh Lord!
Boys who too soon became men
Girls who too soon became women
Groping through the shattered crystals of their infancy
While somewhere, in some forgotten yard
Dust plays with their broken toys, their broken dreams.
