NAJI
Dedicated To A
PRINCE
Who is Naji that comes from a divide world,
His land is plentiful of wealth, the people of Pakistan.
Who lives and strides to become a better nation.
Despite the strident rhetoric of pain, he faces,
Except who are we to say that they are the blame.
For his courage, and the sacrifices we all made.
There was no trace on his face, yet
I then ask myself, can we join together as a nation, or as friends.
Perhaps we all can grow to be kin.
I catch sight of a welcoming smile.
Without doubt I knew that Naji had no hatred, and he may stay awhile.
Yet again, I thought perhaps it was attempt of faith, or merely from one another.
The dividing stuck between two nations.
Beyond doubt if one could see his face,
What a glorious one which it seems to stays in place.
Once more I have wondered if he may stay awhile,
Yet the sorrowful of his people and the strident rhetoric struggle they faces,
Is it truly said that we all may be in shame.
Copyright
©2008
Jacqueline Michelle Brown Ramirez-Martinez
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