Gabi
“Hey Gabi…” I advised as if I
I am a preacher, advocate.
“Stand up; Rights are what
For them you have to fight…”
Was almost at midnight
She was kicked out of car
Young woman who works hard
Works two jobs, Brampton
Far, too far, and in town.
She had called the Uber
A car came…
“Sorry Miss…”
He said and asked her out.
When my turn I found her piece of gold, human
Though for me total loss, it was too, an honour
We conversed in two tongues…
Her brain being cause I questioned: “What is life? ”
All money and for it
People cheat
People lie
Cruelty
Tears ran as shower:
“Stand up and tell them you sue them for ego.
They mislead everyone…”
I thought of what might come if not I…
I think of the abuse and the need
I think of honesty and helping
And at end we had hugged:
“You call it my best pay.”
I told her and goodbye.
What a loss; what a gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem