We are all trying to deliver a message, just sometimes its interpretation get mistakenly mistaken.
What we say is not always what you or I hear depending on perspective.
But asking for help doesn't need words, all you have to hold out and wave your hand and somebody knows.
The question is did you draw the right persons attention?
There are dangers of intervention.
It is easier to coordinate its prevention.
Nobody not willing can be saved.
A woman being beat repeatedly keeps taking him back with promises he won't do it again.
But what of that child?
Was it his choice?
Can he be saved from those of the depraved?
And will he come back one day making demands as a man only to wind up all to dead?
By the same hands that beat his mother all those years ago.
Fairness is not a hero of equal opportunity.
Though sometimes it feels that is the way it should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem