Born with nothing, marked by poverty
Lived like a dog, treated impatiently and unhuman,
Discrimination received, mocks from the upper kind
Until when and where will they run?
Run, your kind, run!
Fill your stomach, battle hard for survival,
You, who's surrounded by other's greed
Whom you will seek for help?
Trusted no one but yourself
You chose to chase life on what you know is best,
The aftermath of what you chose will give you rest!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful penning of social advocacy for the marginalized and oppressed.....