What world is this that lays divided?
As each child of our time may not live,
Can no more be offered, done or provided,
Is there a limit to what we should give?
Some have too much, while others have none,
And for many there’s no point to giving,
But consider a child underneath the same sun,
Whose only wish is to just go on living.
Don’t let history shame us as the ones who let slip
The lives of our children,
To poverty’s grip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem