Isha
Sometimes there's no food
Isha's hunger gnawed
For pies, cake and pop
The African sun
burned hot every day
Endless miles trudged
To find the well
Queueing with friends
Laughing out loud
Rain swept in
Yearly flood
Devoured
Red Cross
Rescued
Her
Isha goes to school
A land far away
From where she was born
With her family
Rehomed in a house
Advantages
She luckily
is achieving
There is food
plentiful
to sustain
Happy
Isha
Now
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