my heart reaches out
to the sorry kid on the street
with no roof over his head
living in a a slum
being held down
by the claws of penury
having an abode as dilapidated as can be
with their smile
faded and gone
restoring their smile is a war
this war, will I fight without giving up
my heart goes out to the child called orphan
who lost her breadwinner
to the cold hands of death
she lives daily by grace
writhing in pains so excruciating deflowered by a blood relative
incest is the name
she sees life as unfair
it takes but a war
to make her see hope again
my heart drenched in pain
reaches out to the widowed
hair shaved by in-laws
accused of being a witch
and husband killer
she toils tooth and nail
to make ends meet
for her fragile offspring
she bathes in her perspiration
finding succor in her tears alone
it takes but a war
to show her light at the end of the tunnel
my pained and bleeding heart
reaches out to mankind
seeking a shoulder to lean on
working so hard
yet no fruits to show
striving, yet waiting
to be adorned with results
my hearts craves
for what I believe
it will take a war to make the dream real
the battle cry has sounded
the warriors are out in the field
enough of the menace
we are warriors
we must war
against man's inhumanity to man
we are fighters
we must fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem