I'd like to bring you
a reason to feel again
as grass grows green
in sleepless
african nights
and hearts glow
among the ashes
of human rights
when broken chains
like scattered half moons
dots the dust
on sand and ruins
and broken bricks
where children should play
and chickens brown
soft eggs lay
we wait….
for the other side of rough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We truly wait...for the promised prosperity for all!