Seems to be the question
Being asked most everywhere.
Misery beyond belief,
Begging daily for relief.
But they wouldn't be
So worried or scared,
If they knew that somebody cared.
Skeletal children looking at me
From the six o'clock news on my tv,
Asking us to set them free.
I wonder what to do
Where is the key?
The key's in the lock,
The locks on the door,
That holds back the freedom
Of millions and more
Caught in the quagmire of racial (ethnic) hate
Will we unlock the gate
Before it's too late?
People of the world, gather
Light a candle, say a prayer.
Then roll up your sleeves
And DO something,
To ease up their despair.
In this fight we must unite,
Conquering darkness
With our light.
We must show the tyrants out there
That the world really does care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem