Through the Window
Uploaded by QuesterX on Aug 10, 2001
Sitting by his window, unhindered by greed or oppression, sits a boy
he is young and good and pure and looks upon the dawn with innocent eyes
he knows nothing of oppression for he lives in a guarded world
only images which cannot harm reach his blue eyes
The world turns and the sun dawns upon another place
and sitting by his window is a boy
he looks upon the dawn with tired and scornful eyes
he knows of greed and oppression
he has seen many a thing in his small life time
he hides from the sun until it is again night and safe
Through the windows the boys look the same but for the simple fact of colour
one lives in a world of the fortunate
the other in the world of the needy
and to them it is their life
Sitting by his window is an elderly man
he sits and waits for the approaching dusk knowing that he has not lived a hard life
now he knows of oppression and he knows of greed but neither affects him presently
by his hand he has a picture of his family, all grown up and gone away now
by his other hand there sits another man
he looks upon the world with new hope
he had a life and a family much the same as his friend
but he has known greed and oppression intimately during his lifetime
Through the window these men look the same except for the simple fact of colour
both live in a fortunate world
both have lived similar lives
but as one screamed “help me help me”
the other grasped his hand and answered “I will”