The Catalysts of Life
In Africa babies die
in ignorance and squalor.
And all those who ought to care
ignore their anguish and pain.
Amidst ashes of despair
fear ignites into anger.
And raging pangs of hunger
force the soul to question sin.
No matter what their belief,
death offers their only lease.
For there's no sanctuary
in the innocence of youth.
Intermingled in purpose,
war lords and politics merge.
And the catalysts of life
love and faith are soon exploited.
Within this surreal state
they walk the fringes of hope.
And suffer in misery,
waiting for a better day.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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