I am the eyes who see the reality of life—
the hungry mouth of street children that beg for food,
a battered wife in despair,
a problematic teenager in shadow’s of a shattered home.
I am the ears that hear the cries of pain and agony
of the world’s prison cell of poverty.
Listening with empathy
to the untamed wounded hearts of the sectors discriminated by our society.
I am the nose.
I smell the poisonous fishy poignant schemes in the government
which permits the upper class to illegally claim the land of fisherfolks and farmers.
When pimps sell children and women as sex slaves to foreigners,
the unhumane smell of wealth and lust suffocates me.
I am the tongue.
I have tasted the cold rusty chain of drug addiction,
the bitterness of justice denied in a time where due process has died,
the sourness of unequality before the law no human kind can martyrly abide.
I am the skin which can feel the loneliness and misery
of an elderly left unattended and,
the hard touch of suction in a violent
expulsion of the fetus in the womb without much affection.
I also can feel the facade tickling yet piercing sensation of a love,
where a pregnant lady has to be a bride without pride
while her groom desires to escape and hide.
I do not close my eyes in every scenario presented
or be blinded by cold cashes.
I never put my hands in my ears
nor pretend not to hear the laughter of
a man – slaughter dictator that drowns men in a bloody disaster.
I can feel their anguish sufferings
It makes me shiver with fear
But I can not just stand here and act unaffected.
I must do something
to prevent the dysfunction,
to restore impaired function,
to develop every individual in the nation.
I am accountable.
I have a social responsiblity.
For I am a SOCIAL WORKER
with senses.
