“No Rest (The Sonnet)

There is no rest,
Till the last drop of tear is wiped out.
There is no leisure,
Till the voiceless can speak aloud.
There is no relaxing,
Till the last empty stomach is fed.
There is no sleep,
Till all droopy spines are made straight.
There is no joy,
Till the last grey life is colored.
There is no comfort,
Till the last anxious soul is empowered.
The struggle isn't over till the fallen rise.
Security later, first let us be civilized.”