Pain and struggle is what I see.
People dying and spiting on me.
I have nothing and no one to run to.
Looking around thiinking, 'What can i do? '
People dying on the streets.
Trying to beg for something to eat.
I see kids everywhere dying,
In the arms of parents crying.
I just have to live this one more day...
For it will soon go away.
Written by Tinea Davis,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem