Dismally surrendering a mind to suffering being endured,
wanting to not experience it, yet in the end we have no
choice.
It is not ours to make, the only voice that we have is
whether or not to fight or accept our fates, hoping that
destiny will look upon us with favor in the future.
As we strengthen our characters and compassion blooms
within us, now knowing how others feel when we look upon
them, begging, asking for a dime with tears in their eyes.
Having no other way to feed their families, except to pray
for the compassion and hearts of others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem