He fights to stay awake, his bones are so tired
For endless days and months, in this much he’s been mired
All he did was do what his president asked
With saving a country, these men were all tasked
All she did on that morning was run out of bread
So she sent her daughter with a kiss on her head
Down to the corner with a dollar and change
Never, no never, to see her again
The child cries in hunger, the animals suffer
From murder and violence there is no buffer
“I’ll shoot him,” the brother says, holding a gun
“After all, he’ll come back, and the game will be won.”
In silence the girl weeps, will nobody care?
No one asks about school, and no one is aware
Until the school calls to say she never showed
Mom forever wonders where blades were stowed
Out on the playground or here in the street
Whether strangers to us or someone we meet
We don’t know what private hell they go through
And we shouldn’t judge what they say or they do
For no matter how hard the world chooses to be
Humans were created to live and be free
We fight and we struggle, we claw and we scratch
And eventually win; the world is no match
Determination, that’s what we’re made of
We have such strong will, and are so full of love
Just reach out a hand or offer an ear
Or hold someone close when they need you near
The wars will go on; the depression, it’s true
But it takes just one man to change it, and you?
Will you be the one to just say, “I care”?
Or will you walk on by like they’re not even there?
"Struggle" Is Copyright To AbdulAziz Mohammed 2010
