Oh this love of ours so grand and fake
Do I love the homeless in you?
Do I feel the mercy
Do I see you as every lost woman
or are you a thing to get me off
Phony romance doesn't include everyman
Do you see the dying soldier in me?
Do you see the beggar and the indigent
Do you want to help all the men of the world
or is your romance a premise of opulence
Real lovers feel the plight of the world
You are the refugee crying
I am the man in the asylum
You are the bag lady begging
I am the laid off worker in a divorce
Shall our torch burn with justice
Yeah we need a pillow
Yeah we need some space
Compassion needs to revitalize
Romance should be based on virtue
M darling wasn't Mother Teresa beautiful?
Let's not just be mannequins of fashion
Let's not just be vain and superficial
Let's not use sexuality like a drug
Let's be worth while and filled with real love
Real lovers are assets to all of mankind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem