Child of a Slave

For the umpteenth time the sun burned and barked the earth dry Trees stood bare like skeletons Far away, the river moved slowly along its banks the vultures flew low and high surveying the scene below heaps upon stacks a hyena's feast copious of it it's a joyous festival The staccato sound of the laughing guns Jerky jerkily …. reigns on the land Thirsty for blood and flesh too… Across the seas on the telly the scene captured and splashed for the stone-cold eyes on dinner tables drinking champagne Cheers! as they celebrate the birth of another child of a slave