Little brown face with 'look' in his eyes, Sticky complection all covered in flies Raggy clothese and dusty feet Baggy shorts with a hole in the seat
Little boy hasn't a chance Tells his story in one glance. Why should I have all I need? When wasted food this one could feed
Its not enough to be aware Or else in comfort stand and stare Could we spare a little wealth? To give him clothes, food and health?
Helping now we'll win the war In the eyes of the child that I saw.....
Peter Dronfield Zambia 29th June 1980.
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
I worked in Zambia for 6 weeks. The only things I took back to the UK were the clothes I wore. Many people have helped but not enough. I came home knowing that the Colonial days were much better for the people. Today we see the wars that I saw in the eyes of a child's desperation. My guess is that the boy is dead. in 1980 men lived to an average age of 35.........He would be about 41 Wars rage all over Africa. I did little more than write a poem
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