Flight From the New Sudan
FLIGHT FROM THE NEW SUDAN
I see your tears
there on your black face
and what a face
was it the tears?
The crying for the child now dead
from starvation?
Or was it the tears
for the one in your arms?
The one who will die
before the dawning of a new day.
I see the children playing nearby
they see your tears as I
but life goes on as best it can
and a hungry child must play, too.
I see the beauty
gone from your face,
beauty stolen
by time and hunger and fear and death
and marching to nowhere
and still the children play
as if they have a hope or a dream
hidden somewhere in their minds
they watch the sky
where green and black airplanes
loaded with grain,
and miracles from the medicinal gurus
circle like so many buzzards
with no place to land
is this why the tears?
Is this why the children play?
but they are not coming this time,
again.
Or is it because you know I see your tears
but do nothing? Again.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011
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