I am me
I am the future of today upon
Whose shoulders
The dream of the earth rests….
I am me;
I am the rejected fate of the land
Left to the feast
Of the cannibals in the wilderness
I am welter
My strength drains and my breath same,
The future appears gloomy and shuttered
But yet again I am me
The odds rise
And the former rise against we, the latter
They have lived for years
And have seen many
Inexperienced as thou seeth me
I am still the hope on whose shoulders
A better tomorrow stands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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