What Day Is It? ©
Marc R. Sherland
I noted that the news forgot it,
papers sold their flesh without its mention,
parliaments got by and stayed a nation,
even those who had through war begot it.
They were united, one common band,
who in their herd mentality stood firm,
did not once think of it, it did not earn,
the least dispensation or shaken hand.
Somehow, sometime, it had lost its laurels,
the blue skies came and went and came again,
wars and factions, revolution quarrels,
were in their way remembered with their pain.
The day that should be marked with peels of bell,
United Nations Day I heard its knell.