Dusk
DUSK
In the famine ravaged lands
The atmosphere is pregnant with uncertainty
Of what tomorrow brings forth
A herdsman leads his malnourished goats
Into their pens with their fable cries barely
Audible as hunger pangs strike ferociously
Carcasses of starved animals carpet the roadside
As the aura of starvation fills the air
Leaving a trail of destruction and hopelessness
The scotching sun hits the already dried up
River beds as a sand storm prepares to hit
Disolence is that is left in this once promising land
The old men sit in groups under
A partially dried acacia tree
Murmuring in low tones
The hot humid wind hits their faces
As their wrinkle filled faces
Betray their empty stomachs and the
Ambiguity of the future
As dusk settles in the women
Stream back with empty pots
After miles under the merciless sun
They have nothing to show off their
Hard day’s work but empty containers and
Dejected hearts
As night falls no children can be heard
Playing out but they scramble for
One en’goi to quench thirst in their
Sour throats oblivious of the danger they are under
But the level of desperation knows no bounds
As hunger pangs tear through their scrawny pot bellies
The babies suck their mother’s empty breasts
Their hunger cries pierce through the silent night
From the corner of the mothers eye
A tear drops as the intensity of baby’s cry elevates
But the determination and the will to live super cedes
The pangs in her acid filled stomach and with
A weak barely audible voice she says
It shall be well my child
As streams of tears roll down their conspicuous cheekbones
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