Make Things Right
Africa's soil is stained blood red
by those buried beneath its sands.
And as Ebola spreads unchecked,
compassion's rationed by strange hands.
Poverty seals the children's fate
when both their parents die of AIDS.
Death is their only guardian,
and what little hope they had, fades.
Disease awaits in the shadows,
yet, life carries on without pause.
And hunger hurts even in sleep,
where shriveled stomachs feel its claws.
Love's a sister fetching water
for her thirsty younger brother.
For; that twelve-year-old starving girl
is now his father and mother.
We watch such senseless suffering
broadcast into our homes each night.
And yet, very few of us care
enough to try and make things right.
(Quatrain)
1/5/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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