Children of Africa


The sun, a ball of fire...a brazen orange glow
Dried up riverbanks, no water there to flow

No crops, means no food, what are they to do
People out In Africa need help from me and you

Children crying, even dying
Eyes shrunken in their heads

Tattered clothes, no shoes on their feet
for them no comfy beds

Filled with pain, a mother starts to cry
No milk in her breast to feed, her child will surely die

A war zone all around them, danger everywhere
the world sits by and watches, doesn’t anybody care?

Children should be carefree, playing and laughing out loud
not laying in a hut somewhere, covered by a shroud

We moan about such trivial things, what comic books to buy
I now think of the African kids, I let out a frustrating sigh!

So much that we can do, we have more than enough to share
Donate some of my pocket money, let them know I care

I know that is wouldn’t take much
To show these starving children, a tender and human touch