Clear your sight, and your sense
Make wide your ears to hear.
What shall become of us?
we that wander with pole as scetre,
Abide by dieing hopes,
We that our dreams are like egyptians darkness
What shall become of us?
We that suffer in the harsh service of mosquitoes
We the useless fragment of the globe.
When we stand, we grief
When we bend, we groan
We sit comfortably but in pain
Yet wont earn better
Disgrace fills our visage
Hopefulness fills our heart
But we die with no fufilment
No shelter over us
A well articulated poem written with insight to capture the essence of the piece. Thanks for bringing to limelight the deplorable conditions of people living with disability especially in developing countries. It's a nice poem with powerful message. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you sir Kelly kurt