I Sing To... Poem by Driss Ezzireg

I sing to doves that take love to rebels that revel behind iron bars.
I sing to charred infants whose innocent lives
Are deliberately ruined by cold, uncanny wolves.
I sing to the fragile women who trade their pudency
For insolence in silent protest against complacency.
I sing for mature nature who still nurtures her children
Despite their spiteful indifference to her sufferings.
I sing to the brave adolescents who stone death
To bring injustice down that enslaves their miserable lives.
I sing to you, to me, to humanity in the hope that someday
We may live with peaceful, blissful, happy, restful minds.