Who will speak for the child
Awakened before dawn
Who bears the burden of all the drudgeries
And the responsibility of all the failures.
The child on whom fall at the drop of a hat
Whipping, insults and threats
And who is even forbidden to cry aloud.
Who will speak for the student
Quarantined, humiliated, labeled
With nicknames, slogans, jokes
Pranks that only amuse their authors
All because of the things she didn't choose
Her name, her parents, her ethnicity
Her size, shape and likeness
Who will speak for the foreigner
Oblivious to the impending danger
Unaware of the rules of the game
Played at his expenses
By the salesman who drives up prices
Bystanders who pick his pockets
Policemen who always ask him for more.
Who will be the Good Samaritan
For these innocent people stripped of their rights
While you and I pass by indifferent or helpless
Choosing to remain silent
Because it's none of our business
It's for someone else to speak out
It's not happening to us
Not yet.
Ivanova N. Fotso
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