A Far Cry
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard
Searing sands of Ethiopia cry for sustainable water
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
Desperate fathers guard the starving cattle herd
As temperatures rise, getting hotter and hotter
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard.
Mothers with helpless eyes, sticky and blurred,
Cling fast to their tiny, sickened son or daughter
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
Their last meal shared a small portion of curd
They dare not a precious newborn calf slaughter
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard.
Sounds of mourning nearby, a family gathered
Neighboring families too weak to console a father
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
Here in America with our wealth we have erred
Someday the wealthy piper must pay the potter
Hopeless cries from faraway Africa are heard
Children are dying, never having spoken a word.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written April 11, 2021
For "This or That, Vol 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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