There's a fundamental question that I try not to forget
Formulated long ago, and it still hasn't been answered yet.
Well, it makes me feel humble, it makes me feel sad,
It makes me feel guilty for all the good things that I've had;
But it helps me to remember what a lucky boy I am
Compared with many others in the family of man.
’Cause my life hasn't been so hard, I don't know what it's like to starve;
Who has given me this sweet and gave my brother dust to eat?
Who has given me this sweet and my sister dust to eat?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Gil Tee! ! lol love that name, aren't we all? your poem is a bitter sweet message that many of us fail to appreciate, it could be much worse! Loved it and lets hope not so many of our brothers and sisters will have to eat dust in the future. Smiling at you, Tai