The earth baked into a hot hard crust Where refugees cannot escape the lust No water no food just political disgust Oh lack of rain earth large cracks deepest And thristy leaves curl stunted fruit barest Little relief fade as clouds are fewest Passing still no drops of rain sparist Awaiting anxious harvest in toil frankest Baking down make powder fly from dung disgust Children squatting with gasping breath frailest From journey brought on bonely legs weakest Across wicked wasted plains of drought gravest Breaking hearts and destroying dreams proudest Oh give a heart and help the earth's poorest!!
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
This is sad what is happening in Somalia....what can anyone one of us do as individuals...screw the whole international community and all our screwed up governments and religions....innocent people are dying...it's tragic and so very preventable!!
Lavender_BlueBirmingham, West Midlands, England UKAug 16, 2011
Your poem and compassion for such a worthy cause does you great justice y4y.
Well written...
LB
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoAug 16, 2011
Outstanding... ,you tore this one apart and the seas were open,a noble cause indeed my friend,its hurting to know that not many care or many seem to take for granted,persons who suffer great injustices at the hands of tyranical rulers,such in the above highlighted country,keep up the good work friend and hope to read a next post again...cheers to that..
Comments (2)
Well written...
LB