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Andrew Damoto Poem
Who Shall Save This World?
Who shall save this weary world?
Who shall silence the drums of war
and teach the nations the language of peace?
Who shall wash corruption from the hearts of men
and heal the wounds no medicine can reach?
Who shall redeem a civilization
that has forgotten the value of a soul?
These questions echo through every nation,
rising from palaces and prisons,
from city streets and lonely villages.
Greed has hardened many hearts.
Hands once created to lift the fallen
now cling tightly to their own treasures,
while the poor are forgotten,
the hungry are overlooked,
and the broken are left to weep alone.
Yet, is there not hope?
Hope that those who sleep beneath the stars
will one day awaken beneath a roof?
Hope that empty bowls will overflow with bread?
Hope that the weak will find new strength,
the disabled will stand with confidence,
the deaf will hear the morning chorus of birds,
and the crippled will outrun the wind?
Yes—there is hope.
Beyond the darkness shines redemption.
Beyond every tear waits a promise.
Beyond every grave stands eternal life.
There is only One
who can bring lasting peace to this world.
The kingdoms of men will rise and fall,
but His Kingdom shall never be shaken.
Under His reign, hatred shall bow to love,
justice shall embrace mercy,
and righteousness shall cover the earth.
Therefore, brothers and sisters,
let us place our hope not in princes,
nor in wealth, nor in the wisdom of men,
but in Christ alone.
For my hope is in Jesus—
the Prince of Peace,
the King of Kings,
the Lord of Lords,
the Saviour of the world.
Copyright © Andrew Damoto | Year Posted 2015
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Andrew Damoto Poem
If It Was Not...
If it was not by the sword,
my own would have slain me with contempt.
If it was not in my very nature,
I would have remained their outlaw king forever.
If I were not driven by pride,
I would still be feasting among my own.
If justice alone had prevailed,
I would have become a forgotten fool.
If it were not for the distance,
I would have stood utterly alone.
Yet every wound became a teacher,
every mile a faithful companion,
and every rejection a path
to the man I was destined to become.
Copyright © Andrew Damoto | Year Posted 2015
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Andrew Damoto Poem
Rise, We Will Rise
Rise, we will rise.
Though we were trampled on the red dust roads of Africa,
our roots run deeper
than the ancient baobab.
The wind may bend us,
but it cannot uproot us.
Rise, we will rise.
We crossed oceans
to clean the glittering cities of Europe,
washing floors that will never know our names.
Yet every drop of sweat
waters the dreams of our children.
Rise, we will rise.
Mocked by strangers,
beaten by neighbors,
our scars are not marks of defeat—
they are the maps
that lead us back to our strength.
Rise, we will rise.
My own father wounded me,
but pain will not become my inheritance.
Like the eagle riding the African sunrise,
I choose the sky
instead of the storm.
Rise, I will rise.
The children next door despise me
for sharing the little food on their table.
Still,
I would rather be remembered
for an open hand
than a closed heart.
Rise, I will rise.
For I have heard
the drums across the savannah.
I have seen the rivers
that never stop flowing.
I have watched the acacia
stand tall against the burning sun.
Nature whispers one truth:
Endure. Grow. Rise.
We are not the dust beneath their feet.
We are the seed within the dust.
Bury us,
and we become a forest.
Silence us,
and we become a song.
Break us,
and we become a generation
that refuses to kneel.
Rise, we will rise.
Like the sun over Kilimanjaro.
Like the roar of Victoria Falls.
Like the first rains after a long drought.
Rise, Takunda, Rise
Rise, my people.
Rise...
We will rise.
Copyright © Andrew Damoto | Year Posted 2026
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Andrew Damoto Poem
I Run
I run.
Sometimes I run fast.
Sometimes I slow down.
But I run.
I run. I run.
I wish I could run all day long.
I run.
In my dreams, I'm always running—flying downhill on mountain trails, leaping over rocks and hills, free with every stride.
Oh, I run.
I even love the climb. The incline strengthens me and is kinder to my knees.
I run through challenges.
I run toward purpose.
I run because it makes me feel alive.
Oh, I run.
And as long as I am able...
I will run.
Copyright © Andrew Damoto | Year Posted 2026
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Andrew Damoto Poem
Share the Love ??
Receive it, and pass it on.
Love is like water to a mango tree.
It nourishes, refreshes, and gives life.
Through its leaves, it provides food for the giraffe.
Through its blossoms, it promises fruit.
Through its fruit, it feeds humanity.
Love is the same.
When we receive it and share it, everyone is blessed.
Share the love. ??
Copyright © Andrew Damoto | Year Posted 2026
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