one morning it will come that i may have a
wagon of carpentry tools and let my friends
build houses for our neighbor, who just live
in shanty shelter
one morning i may have lots of books and
pens, for i may have a library in our barrio,
so that those little kids can learn and can
have research as other do
one morning those sky be filled with
confetti, reaching everybody hand, for
a dream of graduate be in the air; as
other are send to school, with confident
of financially free
one morning i may see, that every food
in the table be tasted and beautiful dresses
be wear by every child, living no pain in
the stomach that is hungry, closing their eye
with a dream and a hope that next day be
awaked in the bed they are safe
one morning i can ride in an airplane,
sharing my great ideas, to every heart and
soul that listen to the plea of our people, in a
country that everybody call and nobody dare
to fall
that is my story; please help us to pray.....help
us, and never give up, it is still the eye of the
iceberg..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish the morning will come in each ones day. A touching write.