Seeing injustice happening right in my face, makes me feel angry, sad but also confronts me with my own selfish me. After more than a year not having a single day without seeing any kind of injustice happening when I walk out the door. I wanted to write a poem about it, to express my battle and give words to what I feel. Now it's finished I'd like to share it with you. I hope you enjoy reading it. And since English is my 2nd language I hope you have grace on any grammer/writing mistake ;)
Faces in the crowd
If we could earn righteousness
Love wouldn’t meant a thing
A simple act of kindness
what would it bring?
If I look inside my heart
do I dare to take my part?
What would I find?
how could I be so blind
Do I dare to open up my eyes?
to be love in disguise
Then when I walk the streets
would I love the one who mistreats
Is all I see the still same to me?
in confusion meant to be?
Do I look the other way
to the outcast of this world today
Will I stand and fight?
for Justice is each right
Cause if righteousness was known in the darkest
places
Hope could be seen on million faces
Mercy for all mankind to cling on
hatred would forever be gone
Souls finally in peace
and love would never cease
Cause it’s my heart that breaks
to see an 6 year old working at the garbage
place
Or to meet the transsexual - for herself is all
she has to give
all for some rice to live
It’s the hungry orphan, fatherless wandering
the streets
all these people, all their needs
To hear the homeless boy playing a love song
hoping for another coin
where to start, where to join?
In silence I ask: “why”?
When I meet the girl that delivered her 1st baby
from an older guy
She became any man fantasy show
innocence she lost long ago
The widow with 4 kids and no money for next morning’s breakfast
the world biggest contrast
found on one square mile
together with toothless granny and her precious
smile
It hurts injustice to be happen time and time
again
in this crazy world it seems to be so normal
now and then
And yet reality is so unfair
knowing that my little friend has no shoes to
wear
A men, a father, his daughter he sold
for not even a dime of gold
So his family wouldn’t starve from hunger to death
daily by her pimp she's threat
Forced to sell her body every hour again
and her spirit captivated in chain
All these heartbreaking stories
in a world of taken glories
Are they faces in the crowd that just pass by?
do I dare to look them in the eye?
Are they people without a name?
thrown away, covered in dust and shame?
Is my heart filled with grace?
as we meet face to face?
Cause she is a sister, someone’s
child, a friend
and inside of me it screams for injustice to
end
I long for hope, for those who are lost on this
earth
the once that are being abused and hurt
To show them the way home
to do more than only writing this silly poem
Cauze how can I look at them without asking
why?
or not having a single tear to cry?
Will I live my happy life thinking it’s a far from my bed show
well this evening just down the street she will
sell her body again, you know
Is it the constant battle inside my head
to live out compassion rather than being
selfish instead
And in the end is all that counts
not money, gold nor other amounts
But knowing what is truly treasured
that’s what will be measured
