the only identity i have
that will remain...
is in the eyes... of small
children, hungry and orphaned,
their families lost
to wars, earthquakes, floods,
disease, poverty...
children of different colors,
nationalities, faiths...
children without names.
i am their father, their mother,
their sister, their brother...
i am the answer to their hunger,
i am its cause.
i am their hunger!
i have no name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
U are a pencil of humanity, write and spread all the human heart supposed to tell...it tells beauty form of poetry...could this more than a write as reader take as humanity guide..it wonderful and i can say the heart just bright :) _Unwritten Soul