Ebola Children
Ebola childreN
Sons and daughters of dead bodies
orphans to fading villages,
victims of hunger and malnutrition.
your skin peeling of your bones
limbs keep treading on soil filled dead glories
children of empty promises where graves await your deforming spirit.
children of ebola,sons and daughters of designed suffering
totems of early parenting,
culprits of stolen foods,victims of child trafficking.
servants of deaf GOD,a body a day keep death count on the rise
who dies next?
children of secluded places,bearers of broken faces
souls as tired like the world has shattered on their fragile shoulders,
children soldiers.
carrying more bullet shells than buckets of clean water.
children of child prostitution,
sons and daughters of dead constitution.
children of open graves,
whose time is limited to chase their dreams six feet,
these dusty foot philosophers know that this land
has nothing for them but painful price.
sons and daughters of agape wounds,
who address these kids when no one is looking?
buzzing flies scavenge on skin filled with debri and broken DNA,
children of nomads in pursuit of happiness.
victims of portruding bellies and marasmus.
your mourning is silence by bags of rice
your tears comforted by sceptical eyes,
who dares to step on grounds filled with death
if not for a price?
this poem can not offer serenity to a mourning orphan
nor give food to the starving stomach,
how many graves have been dug to bury parents when children
are left as head of families?
this poem is not to spill elergies and tragedies
when African child bleeds,no one sends bandages
but only media coverage.
by:TSHEDISO SEROKI
Copyright © Tshediso Louw | Year Posted 2016
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