To feel the pain and anguish of the other, to see the injustice around us, is one part of being human, but to put those feelings into words and shine a light on another's suffering, is a special human gift.
The City of Beggar Children,
Where do the beggar children come from,
what forces multiply their rags?
Whose heart has never felt those fingers
by birds with copper beaks?
Who hasn’t stopped to see their bones
pleading like humiliated bells?
Let there be no beggar children dwarfed in doorways,
chilled by cemetery mist,
Let there be children with toys,
and stars beneath their shoes.
Let them play in the school yard
and catch insects in the grass.
Let them live in their own worlds
among the beings and the things they love.
From The Return of the River: the Selected Poems of Roberto Sosa
(Willimantic CT: Curbstone Press, 2002)
translated by Jo Anne Engelbert
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