My pledge for love and humanity

Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze,
A land etched deep within the soul,
Where tears and blood once painted days,
And lives like withered vines unfold.

Yet, in this barren, sun-scorched earth,
A flicker of desire remains,
A yearning for the things of worth,
For pleasure’s touch and joy’s sweet strains.

Oh, land of sorrow, etched in pain,
Will you ever find your solace true?
Will the sun’s embrace bring back the rain,
And wash away the tears of you?

The bonds are broken, trust is gone,
Injustice reigns, where right is wrong.
The innocent suffer, their voices unheard,
While the guilty prosper, their actions absurd.

The bonds are broken, compassion is lost,
Empathy fades, at what cost?
The world grows colder, hearts turn to stone,
Leaving the broken, to face their own.

The bonds are broken, hope is dim,
But even in darkness, a flicker can begin.
For in the depths of despair, a spark can ignite,
To mend the broken, and set things right.

So let us rebuild, with hearts anew,
With love and kindness, let’s see it through.
For in unity, we find our strength,
To heal the wounds, and rise at length.

The bonds are broken, but not beyond repair,
With compassion and love, we can show we care.
Let’s mend the fractured, bridge the divide,
And build a world where love and hope reside.

The bonds are broken, indeed, a fractured state,
Where strife and conflict hold a grip so tight.
Natural wealth, a source of endless debate,
Claimed by foreign hands, a bitter, painful sight.

The ocean’s bounty, plundered day by day,
Leaving local communities in despair.
Poverty’s grip, a trap with no escape,
Empty stomachs, a heavy cross to bear.

Children on the streets, their futures bleak,
Hunger gnawing, leaving them weak.
Desperate measures, a path they tread,
To steal and cheat, for a crust of bread.

But understand, the knife they hold,
Is born of desperation, stories untold.
When survival hangs by a thread so thin,
Morality’s lines become blurred and dim.

So let us not judge, but seek to mend,
The broken bonds, the wrongs we tend.
Create a world where all can thrive,
Where poverty’s chains no longer drive.

Melchie Guihama