Faces in the crowd

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 1^st 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