i cannot stop world hunger,
tho i've been one of the hungry.
i cannot heal the brokenhearted,
tho my heart has been broken.
i cannot put an end to prejudice,
tho there are many colors in my soul.
i cannot disarm the violent ones,
for i've been violent too.
i cannot put an end to greed,
tho i am a victim of its hand.
i cannot heal the environment,
that i've been a part of killing.
i cannot fill the cup of the lonely,
tho i've drunk from it often.
i cannot free the political prisoners,
that my apathy put in chains.
i cannot change the path of despair,
on which i walk, numb and faceless....
i cannot... or can i?
Good poem. Rich in imagery and depth. Very well conceived. A perfect 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.
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I would like to translate this poem
These truths strike at all men. Interested in reading some of your earlier poems before you break 2000. I must also ask; Can I?