Ethiopian Sun
Ethiopian Sun
My first born son, Bon, died today in my arms
Thin arms, swollen stomach, flies touching
The cold glazed eyes of his tiny body
My tears can’t save him
Quench what was thirst
Or wash away the sins of living
He will never know to read or write
He did not know the name of his own land
And killer Ethiopian sun
Which he just died under
Or his sister, sweet Biny
Who lost her life at the hands
Of the bandit war lords Marxist Berg
I laid her ravaged body down under sun and dying
Endangered Hagenia Abyssinica tree
With no hope in Ethiopia
Soon, all would be gone
9/23/14 Free Verse Poem- Poetry Contest
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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