Make Things Right
Africa's soil is stained blood red;
by those buried beneath its sands.
And where Ebola spreads unchecked,
mercy is rationed by strange hands.
Poverty seals the children's fate;
should both their parents die of AIDS.
Death is their only guardian;
and the hope they might have felt fades.
Disease awaits in the shadows;
yet life carries on without pause.
And hunger hurts even in sleep,
where shriveled stomachs feel its claws.
Love's a sister, fetching water
for her thirsty younger brother.
For that traumatized little girl,
is now his father and mother.
We see such senseless suffering,
broadcast into our homes each night.
And yet, way too few of us care
enough to try: and make things right.
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