Somewhere Someone…
Somewhere someone…
Is walking 5 miles for
Water from a well.
You are lucky my friend.
Oh
Yes you are.
Somewhere Someone…
Is harvesting all their food
They planted themselves
Hoping
It’s enough
You are lucky my friend.
Oh
Yes you are.
Somewhere Someone…
Is building their house out of mud
And all sorts
At midday
You are lucky my friend.
Oh
Yes you are.
Somewhere Someone…
Is just about your age
Younger than 10
Cooking dinner and lunch
If they have enough food for that today
You are lucky my friend.
Oh
Yes you are.
Harvesting, Getting water
Building their houses and more.
Yet so different
Yet so same
We are equal
Hand in hand
And for the last time
I will say
You are lucky my friend.
Oh
Yes you are.
-anonymous
Isn't this great?
Hi Sammy,
ReplyDeleteI like this poem a lot. It really resonates for me right now because my daughter, Iyla, is living in Katmandu, Nepal. Listening to her tell about such a different culture is amazing. As Iyla says, we have so much excess here in our country.You're lucky to have toilet paper in Nepal.
Thanks for sharing the poem.
Love, Robin