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
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