Think about these shrinking limbs;
pleading eyes and wanting lips;
gaze once @ these screaming ribs;
of lives wasting away in hurtful beeps;
Think about these empty cradles;
dry wells and tearful pleas;
see a hurt they all cant handle;
making them look no better than fleas;
Think about these swollen graves;
these holes with farmished bones of many;
behold d painful life that kills in droves;
that is now the lot of plenty;
THEN
Think about what you can do;
to help end this horrorful sight;
even something painful if U hav to;
coz access to decent life is everyones right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a song of misery, , and its pains! I remember you in this endurance days, , You written it so well.. May God bless the people! Plz read my poems(freedom, refugee bird) May God bless you!