How?
To bridge the gap, gorge, chasm,
forged
by the years of the
tread, trod trodden on backs,
of these.
How?
To stop the fright, fear, terror from the
hand
that holds the latch, bolt, keys
of the life of these.
How?
To help the poor, old, young
giving each a place in the sun, rain, land
that belongs to these.
'Tis true unless we feel humanity and a desire to help nothing will change. I have a similar poem Asylum, Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How starts with asking the question but must be followed with action. Thanks for sharing, Mary