we who would liberate,
must first feel the
hungry cry of freedom.
must feel the homeless
edge of despair,
must taste the colors
of skin touching skin.
must bear the blow of injustice,
wear the chains of the enslaved.
must walk inside the sorrow
that has no name or face.
must see what lies beneath prayer,
must wear the shoes of the oppressed.
must stand alone in the darkest night,
and set our selves aflame,
to be a beacon, to light the way!
very nice thought which has been well crafted and well said, i like the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That which you have been to, shall never be known... Unless you bother yourself to fill in the shoes, great write Sir Eric, only he who has been there can be able to comprehend the circumstances and act to each relevant factor of the cause The_Africa_Son