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