Dream Out of Africa

Inside the zareba I live in a hovel To say live is being generous, barely surviving On a day like today, well like most days A cool cave would be a pleasant alternative I dream of a better life, one without this sorrow I do not want a huge monolith to live in Something small and comfortable with nearby water Thoughts like this are just dreams, not reality A few sleeps ago we had these fancy women come They hugged our children and gave them ‘Bounty Bars’ Was my disgust of them so transparent? They think they are so admirable, have photos taken with us Then they move on, have their conscience been salved? They go back to their grand life and leave us here Nothing changes, we are left with our sad dreams Maybe one day in our grandchildren’s time, maybe 15-02-2014