My Dear the undervalued, the under-privileged,
the less fortunate or the neglected in society:
Yes, I know
I know that you’ve gone hungry and thirsty;
I know that you don’t have enough clothes
to keep warm;
I know that you’ve been mistreated
by humanity;
I know that you have no roof over your head
I know that you have been sick;
I know that you have been in prison
because of no fault of your own;
and I also know that you don’t know
what love is.
Yes, I know
I know that you’ve been broken, lost and empty;
I know that you’ve carried a heart with no beat;
I know that you are cold and bitter;
I know that you’re scared;
I know that your heart is bleeding;
I know it’s hard to fight;
and I also know
that I could love you much better.
I shall try;
I shall try to undo the bitterness and the pain;
I shall try to teach you how
to make the hunger pangs
become fewer and far apart.
I shall try;
I shall try to lighten up your skies
with bright, shiny colours of hope.
I shall try to wipe the tears
that have planted sorrow and mistrust
into your fragile, broken, innocent heart.
Yes. Yes. I shall try.
I shall try to strengthen and encourage you;
I shall try to lift you up
because I know that I can love you better.
I shall try to make your morning sun glorious,
and your night moon sparklingly beautiful.
I shall try to be your father, your mother
and your sibling too.
Yes. I shall try.
So help me God.
