Our Story Poem by Rahman Henry

Offers of charity often come with a price. Nicely written

In all sense, we remained the poorer.... The poem reflects a real life story of Bangladesh. Thanks dear poet!

We were boneless and backboneless Our silence choose the second option

Then development replaced democracy Dispotism replaced democracy We lost our voice and bowels Hope and dreams

We were in a fix We had to keep silent We were too poor to raise our voice We were in want of bread and butter We lived on hand to mouth We were boneless and backboneless Our silence choose the second option

Taking charity often has a price tag - one that will cost you dearly, your freedom and your once assertive voice in life are taken usually. Given food to keep you from revolting. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

I am dreaming of a world without borders. a world without greed. A world where 80% of the good people lead and the 20% of greedy ones follow. Now the bad guys shout loudest and get the power One day there will be so much wisdom so much kindness, that the few greedy ones will get their fulfilled without having to be bad without having to dominate. They will see and follow. Hard to imagine that this is more than a dream, but deep in my heart there is super strong belief that one day this dream will be a reality.

we are in want of bread and butter but it's opium they always offer and thus prolong our slumber

We were in a fix We had to keep silent We were too poor to raise our voice We were in want of bread and butter We lived on hand to mouth We were boneless and backboneless Our silence choose the second option