The African Child
THE AFRICAN CHILD
Do they have dreams?
Dreams of riches, connecting bridges
Of healthiness, of wealthiness
Of emotional wellness?!
Do they actually dream?
Of a future beyond their noses
Of fancy cars, of lofty houses
Would they ever wake up, if at all they sleep?
How could they dream?
Under leaking roofs they sleep
Getting less, but from foreign tip
Hard mats, empty stomach they sleep
Do these dreams come easily
When one's sleep is decided
By the silence of a gun
Or the heat from the sun?
I hope not,
Yet they sleep
Hoping that one day, maybe one day
Their resilience will pay.
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