Beat Not Bleed

Bleeding hearts should beat not bleed,

For helpless mothers with mouths to feed,

For farmers surrendering to the rope and tree

For fearful souls who are forced to flee.

 

Bleeding hearts cannot reach out

To the bridged woman who sows during drought,

To the scarred street fighter whose wounds do not show,

To the Dalit girl whose eyes keep low.

 

Bleeding hearts will struggle to hear,

The sound of a beggar’s falling tear,

A girl’s silent screams as she is torn in the night,

A grandmother’s despair as she loses her sight.

 

Why bleed when hearts can beat to free

These captive souls of humanity?

So that many beats become one sound,

Begetting hope from below the ground.