Heart, ohhh sweet heart,
I long for the days you were red,
Not a sunburnt heart full of dread.
Trampled heart
Disillusioned organ full of cheer,
Don’t give the fight that’ll impart
Moral, knowledge, friendship,
To all those who value
Mentorship over the need for material that rip
Your heart and soul
Replacing them with a money bowl.
By: Malak Kalmoni Chehab
Poetry for Change 