Letter to the Humanitarian Poet

   Dear Humanitarian Poet,
Do  not weave your fabric of myth
or speak to us in grand verse
telling of the song of the spheres
or the days before this dark time
Pen down to erase the darkness
Let the ink of your pen
Wipes out our tears and pain
help us see the real place of light
hear the clear voice of truth
know the pure heart of justice

 Look Humanitarian Poet,
look at the terrible suffering
tell us where that is birthed
tell us how to see with our own eyes
so that we might reach in
and tear out the pain
uproot the sorrow
crush the evil with your arrow

Come on Humanitarian Poet!
You possess the strengths
To defeat them in queue
You won the most horrific battle Against the brutal mosquitoes and it wasn't hurdle

You see many things
Humanitarian Poet
But you talk in riddles
you avoid the cold pay
and the hard way
for the soft path of platitudes
and metaphors attitudes
of meter and rhyme
but this is not the time

Look Humanitarian Poet,
look into the fire
feel it burn your eyes and attire
Burn your soul to black arshes
tell us how that feels
let us hear you scream
rally us in soft cream
set us examples in word
lift your pen like a sword
and strike down the imbalance
show us the great Palace
and we will join the battle face

Recall your famous story
Humanitarian Poet
You once said that,
If your pen gets dry
Your voice wouldn't be heard
Your words wouldn't be read
If your pen gets dry
The whole world would cry
The kitchen would no longer fry
Meat and fish pie
Your presence will die
Your soul will fly high in tie

Remember Humanitarian Poet,
Your last name is Hydara
Which interprets a Lion in language
Massacre them mercilessly
We would follow you tirelessly
but you must tell us
Humanitarian Poet
tell us what is real
tell us the secrets behind
in the power that is plain language

We will listen attentively
act upon carefully
And am waiting for your response impatiently
Yours sincerely.

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet