The United Nations Day was held on October 24, 2012. The Youth & Education Committee at UNACTO hosted an essay, poetry and photo competition for youth who were interested in showcasing global issues. After careful consideration, the contestant "Tahmid Rouf" was selected for their creativity and sensitivity in illustrating the issues that concern citizens worldwide.
Voice of The Choiceless
By: Tahmid Rouf
A poem dedicated to the millennium development goals and the underprivileged it seeks to benefit. The core focus is hunger and poverty.
I’m not a writer but these stanzas must mean something
or for something to be on that paper must bear meaning
etch these thoughts out so we reach out to each other
far from a doomsayer but let’s imagine a kid in Zanzibar
no purpose in education when you’re the breadwinner
around here, even the breadwinner keeps getting thinner
They say end of the day money doesn’t make you happy
but food costs rising, eating on a dollar can’t be healthy
her or his reality on another planet, a formidable distance
how they feel, we can only try to dabble their existence
avenues wandered to make a meal behind trails of the rich
new deal gave them a pickaxe to dig the earth every inch
warning, might be graphic: vicious portrait of someone’s reality
irk the conscious to strive to make hunger and poverty history
but recently we see this insanity of skyrocketing worldly disparity
some wealthy defy gravity while other have to get down dirty
people hurry, no heed to their grisly effort to meet bare minimum
to across the concrete jungle to steel towers, a world so alien
different stations on the path of life - so what’s peace and prosperity?
the economist said, is there a better recipe for happiness than GDP?
the curious questioned: can money buy us human security?
so we can fill the hungry, or will it just go to the wrong belly?
and to feed minds, because we choose our deed, not our street
harder to come out from the belly of the beast than to sit in it
but this one for those whose hands were dealt disadvantaged
poverty ravaged villages so they fold to being openly pillaged
this is why I wrote it, there is a need for the more fortunate
to inspire ourselves, shed light on the plight of the desolate
because the darkness impedes until we set light to it
guide our intentions and goals, as if the solution was intuitive
before some more souls fall victim to their predicament
the very builders, perished underneath the steps of the pyramid