Help Fulfil Lost Dreams. - Poem by Amani AlSaddiq
I always had high hopes and aspirations,
Wanting to be an astronaut, pilot, teacher or a surgeon.
Helping the world to get back up from it's knees,
Spreading love and knowledge without a burden.
Joining charities, building camps, helping the poor,
I'd love to have been like my english grandparents who use to live next door.
Soon I wondered lonely as a cloud.
For loving me somehow was not allowed.
I only wish I had been adopted.
Why didn't the authorities ever help out?
Is it because they have all become corrupted?
Dumping children left, right centre,
Poor kids don't have a stable life either.
I'm still thankful to my Lord,
For sheltering, feeding and clothing me.
I can't help but weep over the kids in Palestine, Africa and Syria.
Without clean water, housing or schooling, they all live in hysteria.
Only dreaming of a quick escape,
From bombings, injustices, malnutrition and rape.
Now I have almost forgotten my own dreams.
Everyday for me may have been like a living nightmare,
Running, crying out for help, but no one to hear my screams.
Just stop for one moment, don't be selfish but just think,
Now that I have your attention,
Just please donate at least a pound, for the helpless and the weak.
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