Children
[Note: This was inspired by a heart-wrenching film I saw on Yu Tube about two children in
Africa see here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3v7ZQUzr0yo ]
In deepest Africa, the missioner,
Stumbled on a village plight.Two children,
Wretched lying on the dirt, lonelier,
Pathetic, starving in plain sight ; broken.
They seemed like doll’s, discarded on the ground,
With withered limbs instead of proper legs,
“They’ve Polio as well”, the word’s around.
Two children cast aside like they were dregs.
Out from the bush the children’s sister came,
With water in a basin and some soap.
She had no food to give them , global shame,
But washing their frail bodies gave some hope.
Their little sister was no more than eight,
She did what she could do and she was Great!
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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