Our Poor Mother
She sits on prison shelf
legs broken and aching
ears pierced with thorns
eyes full of rolling tears
back bent due to torture
heart eaten raw with chilies
head covered with bandages
body wrapped in dirty rags
her spirit caked into powder
but her will to live is unbeaten
many live in Sub Saharan Africa
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2018
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