Young Men Real. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Young men real,
Fight the gloomy tide,
Heed not the cries and the boohs,
Fight hard to set aside all the woes
That entangle and strangle this world
Of ours.
Young men real,
The chance is yours
To balance the scale of the injustices done,
The harms and sufferings inflicted upon
The feeble, the downtrodden.
Young men real,
The earth is yours
Curve it as you wish
Share the fruit with the bare at root.
Give your soul a gentle sweeping swish
Tickle her to climb up to the sublime
In us, all and each.