INSPIRE and to be INSPIRED
I have seen people who do not have much money dreaming big.
And yet they cannot accomplish them because they need to work
their butt off to feed big number of sibling everyday...
I admire people like them a lot.
And yet they cannot accomplish them because they need to work
their butt off to feed big number of sibling everyday...
I admire people like them a lot.
I have seen poorest of poor
picking up rotten and useless vegetables
so they can eat and live.
I have seen a mother who dreams
of delivering her baby boy in a hospital
but ended up
in the most unhygienic tiny clinic near a big dumpster.
I have seen kids,
whose heart’s ache whenever they see
other kids their age going to school,
I have heard them say people run to and fro,
kids hide under the desks
just by hearing a firework crack
because for them,
it might just be another bomb.
I have heard my father
tell me stories about the times
when he and few more crossed the country’s border
because they fought for their freedom and rights.
There’s something inside me
that really wants to help people like them.
That wants to make them happy.
That wants to make them
feel safe, Special, and satisfied.
Have I not seen enough?
Have I not heard enough?
Enough to make a difference.
A difference in every person’s life
that’s mourning and is struggling.
Battling to live another day.
Every Hour every minute for them
is a bonus up from heaven.
If I had to be Selfish,
I would really want all of this.
I would love to keep myself busy
the whole week with all these things
and rest and praise God on Saturday.
picking up rotten and useless vegetables
so they can eat and live.
I have seen a mother who dreams
of delivering her baby boy in a hospital
but ended up
in the most unhygienic tiny clinic near a big dumpster.
I have seen kids,
whose heart’s ache whenever they see
other kids their age going to school,
I have heard them say people run to and fro,
kids hide under the desks
just by hearing a firework crack
because for them,
it might just be another bomb.
I have heard my father
tell me stories about the times
when he and few more crossed the country’s border
because they fought for their freedom and rights.
There’s something inside me
that really wants to help people like them.
That wants to make them happy.
That wants to make them
feel safe, Special, and satisfied.
Have I not seen enough?
Have I not heard enough?
Enough to make a difference.
A difference in every person’s life
that’s mourning and is struggling.
Battling to live another day.
Every Hour every minute for them
is a bonus up from heaven.
If I had to be Selfish,
I would really want all of this.
I would love to keep myself busy
the whole week with all these things
and rest and praise God on Saturday.
If I had not to be selfish, I would want a simple life. A nice house, a nice family, Four beautiful kids,peaceful environment, a decent job and a career.
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