by Judith Bosire | |
Published on: Aug 8, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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I see their melancholic eyes Piercing fiercely into the unknown tomorrow Seeking for answers unfolded Asking silent questions Of their fate Of their obscured destiny I hear their silent whimper Pleading to the well wishers for a meal To enable them to at least see another day To be able to build their dreams Just to fill their rambling stomachs for that moment They throttle with their emaciated little bodies Through the kilometres they pull themselves Searching for a coolant To relief the hunger pain in their stomachs That have gone empty for days Yet They persist on Believing in each new day Believing in the future they do not comprehend Backing their hope it it’s flimsy promise They are fighting to live A care free live as children Away from marasmus, skeletons, dry land and scotching heat These famine stricken survivors hope to live their destiny To cerebrate their freedom To see tomorrow and live their dreams The dreams that could be If all people could embrace humanity If they could have one love. « return. |