The Chosen One
a young Somalian boy
five years or more
just skin and bones
belly filled with
hopeless air
stick legs are stiff
too weak and brittle to walk
suffers from severe starvation
and malnutrition
his cold black marble-eyed stare
shame on the world if you care
lay on his back
yet we all must face the sun
the giver of life
to everyone
ask the Lord
what have
I done
to deserve
this famine
in my homeland
to be the chosen one
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