Heal the World

I was just glancing through the paper and I see this – 

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It is so sad.. these children are our future and it is almost heartbreaking to see how ruthlessly they were killed in a chemical warfare. This unsettling fear of insecurity feels my mind and I know we are no longer safe in this world.

With all the tensions of war, death and grief – I couldn’t help but think of MJ’S Song “Heal the World”.

The words of the song is so haunting and so true… We must make this the International Anthem :-

There’s a place In your heart and I know that it is love and this place could,

Be much brighter than tomorrow and if you really try, you’ll find there’s no need to cry

In this place you’ll feel, there’s no hurt or sorrow.

There are ways to get there, if you care enough for the living

Make A Little Space, Make A Better Place…

Heal The World, Make It A Better Place

For You And For Me And The Entire Human Race

There Are People Dying If You Care Enough

For The Living Make A Better Place

For You And For Me

If you want to know why, there’s a love that cannot lie

Love Is Strong, It only cares for joyful giving

If We Try We Shall See In This Bliss

We Cannot Feel Fear Or Dread

We Stop Existing And Start Living

Then It Feels That Always Love’s Enough For

Us Growing So Make A Better World

Make A Better World…

And the dream we were conceived in will reveal a joyful face

And the world we once believed in will shine again in grace

Then why do we keep strangling life wound this earth crucify its soul

Though it’s plain to see this world is heavenly be God’s glow

We could fly so high let our spirits never die

In my heart I feel you are all my brothers

Create a world with no fear

Together we’ll cry happy tears

See the nations turn their swords into plowshares

We could really get there if you cared enough for the living

Make a little space to make a better place…

Heal the world we live in, save it for our children

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I, the lung of the smoker say….

Reporter: ” Mr.Lungs I was looking for a story and thought I would write something about you. Would you help me with this ? “

Lungs: ” Sure, I think it is very important for youngsters to know about their body before “… *mumbling*

Reporter: ” Mr.Lungs, I dont understand what you are saying ” ….. ( i was immediately interrupted)

Lungs:

” I was young so filled with fresh air, every second I filled myself with so many scents. I could never be so alive and being a part of my family I am so grateful to be one of the most important member of that family. Miss.Heart always advised me to hold the air a bit longer as it would benefit all and I always listen to her. But Mr.Diaphragm whose ways I find bossy, due to the very reason that he pushes me up and down and making me totally run in his tunes. But I wont complain because thats how we were taught to behave. Aunt Blood taught me how to share and she had taught me that this air is more valuable than anything that could ever exist. As times passed, I grew older and I understood my responsibilities and my family was so proud of me. I was the air winner and I knew I had a very important task to continue for the rest of my life.

When I was a teenager, things changed as along with air I could feel the air more dense. At first it felt kind of cloudy and I was not able to justify what was going on. Miss.Heart skipped a beat. I thought it was the pollution and it would be gone after a while. But as it persisted, I felt lethargic, empty and dark, my friends-the bronchioles begun to die slowly and slowly and as they did I felt the pain of suffocation.

I screamed in pain. I revolted against it by being stubborn and caused problems to save my family. After a while I felt something that soothed my sores and I got better. Miss.Heart was filled with anxiety and she worked hard ….I never saw her work over time…but I knew things have changed.. I only hoped it wont worsen anymore. Aunt Blood had told me what was happening over the other parts and it saddened me…I later blamed myself for this…..

Days later I felt the musky smoke again and I was too weak to retaliate, I was collapsing within my own self and I was desperate to do something and Miss.Heart needed more air , she is working faster this time for air. I could hear cries and faint moans and screams for air , I am trying to do my best but… i was not taken care of …I then realised that some things are just not in our hands….

Now in my final days, I lie to hear the screams of Miss.Heart and tormented Aunt Blood as knocks at my paralysed body .”

Tears streaming from his eyes……

” I see my family dying one by one and I learnt one thing that now ” …….(silence)

Reporter: ” Mr.Lungs….Mr.Lungs……”

(At the back ) Doctor : ” The heart gave up after a good fight “