Not a soul cares in this world,
Until a life is lost.
It matters not of your color or race.
Rather more that you died with grace.
What a thought.
Why it matters not if a simple girl dies.
For not a soul cares,
Of a simple girl's potential at life.
Rather more that they died creating show.
Tell me now, is that all that you know?
Do you know of their heart?
Did you know them at the start?
If not, then why care so suddenly?
For you care only for what the eyes may see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what the eyes my see, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.