Troubled Waters


So many floundering people
Drowning in this rushing river
With half an eye one can’t miss it

Whether standing on the bank
Or down there in the water yourself
And maybe even floundering too?

Seems there are two main reactions
To ignore, avoid, blame (from fear?)
Or to help out from a sense of kinship

Now I’m tempted to go all political here
But some call it a fire across the river
Something of no concern of theirs

While others find their hearts moved
Make every effort they can muster
To save these lost drowning souls

But thinking outside the lockdown
Might there not be a third option?
(If it’s not too dangerously radical)

Rather than trying to rescue them
Mouth to mouth over and over
Might it not be more constructive

To travel upstream and discover
What it was got them – and us – all
Into this situation in the first place?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 18, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. We can’t blame anyone but ourselves for our own fate. We can’t save anyone we can only save ourselves. But we can lead as say the horse to water but we can’t make them drink. When i write I write from my own experience in my life. It is through my writing that I awaken what is sleeping in me.

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  2. Perhaps people already know the source. Perhaps they rather not acknowledge it lest it places an onus on them to do something.

    Where art thou
    My land of bliss

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