Here’s to the people who starve and toil
The homeless child in threadbare clothes
An aging granny with lonely eyes
Here’s to the people who we soon forget
The gaunt young man with his awkward gait
The blind old man locked in his house
Here’s to their suffering and their loss of life
We know they are there but the’re out of sight
Here’s to the family grieving for their son
The drugs that maim and shatter and stun
The girl in the cheap skirt selling herself
Here’s to those who have no hope
The woman with numbered days remaining
A rotting corpse forgotten at home
Here’s to the pain and the stark depression
Empty eyes no longer crying
Born into squalor and no escape
Here’s to those fighting and dieing
For good, bad or indifferent causes
Here’s to a future if you have one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem