Sabbath De Yecouba Poet Free verse

Tears of a Refugee Child

Born into suffering

Born to be malnourished

Born in the bush

Born on the run

Born under the umbrella of poverty

 

Born to be a refugee

Born in the middle of despair

Born in worries

Born in the frightful time

Born with the horrified blood

 

Son of the scream

Daughter of bombs

Sister of landmines

Brother of war tanks

Grandson of affliction

 

Born to see death at infancy

Born to either die or escape death by a nose

Son of the land of chaos

Daughter of the nation of affliction

Born to suckle sorrow

 

Born to be a refugee in his own land

Born to be a refugee in her own land

Born to suffer at infancy

Born to worry of chaos and admire peace which won’t come soon

The tears of a South Sudanese child

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Stephen Pennell November 11, 2016 at 8:17 AM to many politicians to many religions not enough love stephen Sabbath De Yecouba November 12, 2016 at 3:25 AM Kind comment appreciated.

Daniel Turner November 11, 2016 at 8:09 AM Extremely sad, Sabbath. I simply can not image that kind of poverty. A very moving write, Sabbath. Sabbath De Yecouba November 12, 2016 at 3:24 AM Thanks Turner Daniel. Pleasure is mine.