Many men of might stormed into her house one night
And this simple widow gave the greatest fight
But armed with guns and fury they won
And took her daughter and took her son
So she screamed at the top of her lungs so her neighbours would hear
But due to the fear of these brutal men they never came near
So she prayed to the unseen ear
She took her children's pictures into the street
And would ask anyone she would meet
If they had seen her bundles of joy
A little dark girl and a teenage boy
She approached everyone who could hear
But due to their fear of the patrolling soldiers they refused to let her near
So she prayed to the unseen ear
Years gone she begged by the side of the road
And asked if anyone would lift her load
Those who stopped gave her only a penny
It helped, though, to silence her belly
She begged from many man far and near
But some at her sight would disappear
So she prayed to the unseen ear
Now, next to her grave lies a man who died young
And on the other side is buried a young woman
After years of stories and lullabies unsung
She finally will sing to her children in heaven
It was bitter years that led her here
But it wasn't them that caught her tear
For that, she gives all glory to the unseen ear
My friend, there is an unseen ear
Who hears what man care not to hear
When all others disappear
He is a Brother Who sticks ever so near
For men will one day walk away
And care not what you have to say
But the unseen ear will always stay
So speak to the unseen Ear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound and well written piece, Precious. Thank you