To the World Leaders
Hope is our mother.
That nurturing warm woman.
She is a flow of living waters over a dessert land.
Refreshing your soul, outpouring life.
Intoxicating your reality, birthing you into the promise land.
We are unnourished children thirsty for milk,
desperate for just a drop.
With the leaders carrying our nutriments in trunks and trucks,
We trust that the scolding from our mother has
beaten out all the greed that lingers,
the virus that spreads and sucks all made promises,
we believe you will serve us well from the menu.
We choose and hope in you.
Copyright © Nobuntu Ntobela | Year Posted 2020
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