Inspire Poem by Grace Kusta Nasralla

Who's gonna defend that innocence?
Who will speak on her behalf?
Maybe she longs for a friend
Or maybe she lost her half.

Her circle may've been rough on her;
She may've been pushed to struggle.
Her mind may not have endured
The infectious minds that boggle.

Her dreams may have been shattered,
Her aspirations for life crushed.
Her hopes in people 'round her
Were broken and somehow mushed!

Lost in a world of broken dreams
She sweats for survival;
Moans for a hearing ear
Longs to flee from rival.

We live in a world of broken lives,
I wonder how we treat it;
Is it with compassion and love,
Or we quickly get defeated!

Do we inspire? or aspire?

Do we inspire who's around us
Or aspire to have more;
Forgetting what matters most
Instead we aim to score.

We neglect spreading hope,
Indifference takes us over;
In place of mending hearts,
Our hearts take off in rover!

Let's work on changing lives
With words that inspire,
Being agents for hope
Before our hearts retire.