Third World's Manifesto
by Katherine Knezevic
Copyright© 2012 by Katherine Knezevic
Poem Story: The idea, the wish to write a poem, or anything about this was in my head for a long time. Then everything clicked and I wrote it. I did a theses on college about war crimes in Africa, and from that moment on I swear, something changed and made me realize that the world needs to make even bigger efforts to help those people. No one deserves that kind of life. I just hope that this poem will make you think about this problem, about all the lives that we can help.
There is so much we share: same planet, same earth, same air.
The creator wanted us connected, but we decided to change.
We made barricades, world of borders
They were supposed to make us safer, but all they do is hold us.
They hold our emotions, our ability to feel.
'If it's out of my borders, it isn't a big deal.'
Pain has no borders, she travels easily.
Those who are in pain know how frightening she can be.
Our world is divided; the levels are one, two and three.
The last level is closed, but I want you to see!
People who live on the last level, humans who suffer on the last level;
Those who die on the last level, they too want you to see...
They need to tell their story; they hope that you will feel.
They hope that you will hear, just how hard can life be.
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