African Child
Ah!
Daily
life
is
hash.
Mmmh,
what
a
life,
no
father,
No
mother.
Mmh,
hunger
is
beating
my
middle
belt.
The
soapseller
hawks
her
wares,
but
if
i
cant
wash
my
outside?
Hmmm,
is
nite
again.
The
street
dark
Ah!
The
nite
and
again
the
nite.
The
day
with
hunger,
tomorrow.
Tomorrow
is
empty
and
naked.
It's
day
break
i
feed
on
the
sun
i
sleep
in
the
rain.
No
roof,
No
shelter.
What
should
i
do?
Alas!
I'm
the
African
child!!!
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