T I A
Can't you believe their watery eyes.
Can't you hear their muffled cries.
Not getting enough to eat,
The flicker of hope they shall keep.
Water drying up in the Savannah heat,
For help, they will pleed.
Little children snatched away,
From the one who has not
..Yet decayed.
Families suffering drought,
Asking America.. "why can't they help?"
This. Is. Africa.
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