so many injustices have been committed
by minds that
do not know the real name of
charity
by hands that do not work
by those that neglect
what charity
asks
what generosity could have given
what we have denied
in the midst of our abundance
some hands beg but our eyes closed
our hands clenched
and we talk to our cell phones in louder modes
just to get rid of them
the sores of society
and then the wounds in our heart starts to pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem