The African Child
I see hunger written in mixed
colors in their
eyes.
sickness eating their eye
lashes with fun.
i see sorrow racing in their
eye ball,
and its depth in their fleshless
skin.
A turn for composure,
I caught death linking its lips
on their tongues .
This is the solace of the
African sons'
For their Fathers have seek
the kindheartedness of war,
A wit, in its games.
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