you hear the screams
you see the bruises
yet you do nothing to stop it
you hear the pleas and cries
you see the begging and the fights
yet you just stand by and watch
tear stained faces
torn shirts and ripped jeans
you know what they are from
but you don't do anything..
you hear the screams
you see the bruises
why don't you do anything to stop it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem