When everyone screams,
Is anyone heard?
When everyone's blind,
Can anyone see?
Nothing will change.
Nothing important, anyway.
Not on its own.
People live, people die.
That's how it's always been.
Children scream in the dark.
Wanting to be seen,
Needing to be heard.
Stuck in invisibility.
But the world won't change.
That was proven long ago.
We're stuck here
On this hell we call Earth,
On this hell we call home.
We're only screams in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem