Africa
Dust devils try to suckle on your breast
Illusions of water shimmer on the horizon
Stirring up the dust bowls on your barren chest
Your body adorned with skeletons of your children.
As evening nears the sun cries tears of blood
For the thirsty children of the dry scorched earth
Scrambling for life giving succor in holes of mud
That once was lakes, filled by songbird's mirth.
And your children cry out in deep despair
As even the mud holes turn to arid dust.
Thirst and hunger are rampant everywhere
As they search for nourishment in your crust.
Flimsy smudges in the dusty sky
Streaking as on high winds they ride,
Slowly forming cotton balls way up high
Abstract shapes that drift and glide.
A silly little wind comes out to play
Frolicking through the red brown sand,
Swirling and twirling every which way
Touching and tickling the dusty land.
Majestic the clouds now swell and grow
Towering monoliths touched with blue.
Shards of lightning flickers back and fro
Distant rumblings, as if right on cue.
Powder puffs of single raindrops fall
Rolling drumbeat in crescendo grow.
Veils of rain a steel gray wall
Thunderstorm a majestic show.
Your children frolic in bubbling streams
Your body transformed into God's garden.
Continent of nightmares and golden dreams,
A rainbow vision of God's merciful pardon.
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