Suckling
As the sun sets over shanties south
A mother gives birth
- Another soul, another mouth
The little child suckles on an empty pouch
A dry nipple on a dried-out skin
Whilst the other children silently crouch
In poverty and hunger deep within
But then the big Mama knocks on tin
And they happily let her in
And as the love from love’s heart flows
The poor baby sleeps and grows
To be the hope, a future now
Without ever asking how
How those that have just never give
To them in need who deserves to live
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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