We tell our young people to reach for their dreams and hold on to them tight. But how can they with the violence in the streets all day and night. They feel like reaching for dreams is like grasping at air. When you open your hands there is nothing there. In order for our young people to dream we must find away to stop the bloody violent nightmare. For if we don't our young people reach for dreams will leave them grasping at air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem