I wrote this poem (actually it came to me as a song) just before I attended a docu-film premiere cum discussion with Mr Kishore Mahbubani. This was a week or two ago.
The session revolved around the film's title "Broken Promises- The UN at 60". With BBC images and disparent views on the Lebanon crisis swirling, I penned the following. Care to lend me a hand, giving it a title and completing it?
The song came in a Blues form, with chord progression I-IV-V, typically 12-bar Blues. The second verse came as a bridge:
Its for you and I.
You don't even need to try,
And it's there for you
To help see you through.
I know it sounds unbelievable
But why put yourself through all that trouble?
The hope of your future
Is free.
Even if all the rockets
Take all in your pockets,
Nobody, I say nobody,
Can rob you of your dignity.
Uncle T
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