One more reason to believe, love

In a world,

where there are more fruits

in the Shampoo of a rich man

than fruits in the plate of the poor,

the ridiculous world hunger frightens me.  

The fact that millions of children have no access to education,

work long hours under hazardous conditions,

are forced to serve as soldiers in armed conflict,

frightens me.

The existence of people, who justify violence as a solution,

Yes, they frighten me.

Those who try to justify one race being superior to the other,

discriminate and oppress,

frighten me.

The cry of those vulnerable indigenous people,

troubles me.

The destruction of War?

Disturbs me.

But fear in the eyes of those little angels,

the fear which swallows their childhood,

frightens me the most.

The fear, from and of hate.  

It makes me question,

where are we heading towards as a global community?

 

I believe
For every greed
There is sacrifice
For every violence
There is hope
For every exploitation
There is one more reason to resist

One more reason to integrate
Awake and alarmed
One more, to love.
One, to rescue our loved ones.

Note: This is a portion of a script and not a poem.