The clamor of the poor
Out of hunger
The smirk of the rich
Full of stomach
Rumple walks Blunt face
Calm life Sharp gaze
The happy
The sad
The good
The bad
All of us..
For all of us go to that obvious place
For all of us get the call from outer space
For all of us have no choice but to accept the truth
To the poor:
Offer your drink share your bread
Provide your cloth share your bed
for the poor ones let the tears shed
Let us lay our eyes on the poor creature
Let us have a fear of God and the future
For its you, me, and us who brought this blaze
It’s up to you, me and us to turn it into grace
It’s better to make the world a better place
It’s up to you and up to me to bring the peace
For the world is a small village
For your life is a little baggage
For my life is a little baggage
For The life is a little baggage.
May 7,2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem