My heart plucks stories from TV,
a medium of anguish:
Taliban turmoil in Afghanistan
rebels in the Sudan
terrorists on Malaysian soil,
further havoc
within cities of Iraq
notwithstanding
US troops departing.
Yet tormented people are
not diminished,
their lives a testament
of struggle within
a new frontier of
adverse circumstances.
We share anguish in those
tortured faces -
victims of Mexican drug wars
failures in food shortages
escaping from
Zimbabwe retribution.
Tired souls possess a passion
for survival, to reclaim the
land of their ancestral
domain, and I am
in bondage to their spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bondage to spirit, good writing.