Humanitarian
(a daybreak poem for Langston Hughes)

 

When I get to be a humanitarian
I'll lend a helpful soul to those in need

Teared up, with hearts of greed and minds of sour daisies.

I'll place myself in the dirty shoes of hurtful words

Work with the people of continuous disturbs And find a cure that heals inside those in need of spiritual perfection.

My voice, my mind, my body and strength will be entwined to create One attentive, ruly citizen. 

Re-development, strength, and creative Intelligence will flow through their body like the drugs once consumed.

I will help them to bloom -- bloom like a pale $1 bill in a poor man's pocket

Walking and breathing in the shared air of a man's cruel world.

I'll make them face their unjust perceptions head on Configure a solution, so that the problem can be thrown along

Along the line of misery in which humans suffer today.

No longer will my patients live in dismay. 

My life will be devoted To the art of skillful reaction, when I get to Be a...Mogulistic humanitarian!

                                           

                                                                                            —Jason Gaines, New Brunswick High School