THE LITTLE FINGER AND THE LITTLE TOE
The little toe took the little finger on a journey
through gracious fields of overflowing wealth
The finger gathered all it could and rested contently
overjoyed with all that fate to him had dealt
Little toe in gladness dancing wild
cut himself and bled
in pain and anguish he cried out to the finger
with the innocence of a little child
Oh little finger I am bleeding
please help please come to my aid
won’t you be my healer my soothing shade
little finger looking down in astonishment
shook his head in disbelief
oh my oh my I see the grave reality
how tragic but why not look at the bright side of things
although bleeding you’re still alive and not yet dead
So I’ll just continue feasting and keep on buttering my delicious bread
The little toe in sorrow and in pain
blushed and even felt a little ashamed
for interrupting little finger in his daily routine
and guessed that in spite of the bleeding he still was pretty much the same
In humble gratitude walking little finger to and fro
enduring the hurt the wound was healed or so it seemed
as he carried him through the seasons from warmth to snow
Yet on a bright summer day the toe in anguish and in fear
feverishly gazed at the wound infected with a deadly bacterial strain
still he tried to move but his efforts proved in vain
Meanwhile little finger playing with the remote of his latest tv
unaware things were getting out of hand
tuned into the latest soccer game on BBC
little finger little finger would you please
be so kind and swiftly come to rescue me
my agony my agony just will not cease
annoyed with the disturbance of his rest
the finger pointed to the toe and said
can’t you see I’m relaxing after a hard day of work
entertained by the media surrounded by tulips
I have no time whatsoever to get out of balance with the West winds of fortune
energizing the windmills of comfort’s cocoon
we little fingers around the globe
mostly unite in seeing life through our own ambitious selfish kaleidoscope
We’d rather go gaming and drinking
than care for little toes who’s lifeboats are sinking
So stop being a pest and get into line with the other supporting rest
Stop wailing and complaining we need your oil and wine
let our exploit of you continue so we can continue to feast and dine
Yet little could little finger know that during his tyrannical tirade
little toe his last breath had shed
the faithful servant had died and was no more
Angels had carried him to God’s shore
What is this sudden pain in my heart I feel
I can hardly breathe
little finger’s face turned pale
wondering what was wrong with his heart of steel
crying out in anguish and consuming fear
while reaching out to little toe
he found himself utterly amazed so utterly alone
oh why oh why oh my oh my
I reaped what I had sown
I wish I wish for little toe to quickly come back home
In vain he cried in grieving pain he died
an acute infection of bacteria
flowing from below through his bloodstream
bringing destruction to the heart’s area
In vain he lived minute by minute year by year
daily adding data to his shameful legacy
history in hindsight will historically reveal
the data of all the little fingers collected by heaven’s angelic agency
Dedication note:
This poem is dedicated to all of those murdered and abused all over the world.
I have no sword of justice to fight and rescue you
I have no seat in the council of mighty rulers to speak and set you free
Yet my compassion and love speak through my words so true
My tongue writes my prayers on your behalf on God’s heart as I sit on bended knee
My ink and pen the sword of rhyme and song vibrating through the heart
Al I am is my redeeming gift to lives falling apart
We are all part of the body of the human race
When one part suffers all will be affected
Turning a blind eye offering a cold heart in the midst of human injustice
leaves us void of the very essence of human distinction
causing all of mankind in the end to be eradicated
Offering our abilities and talents
annihilating evil and injustice
shoulder to shoulder heart to heart
Day by day moment by moment
We can fight we can strife
bringing the world to the sunrise of a compassionate start
Blessings and love in Christ,
Monique
