Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for yourself but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?
Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.
No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.
Where is the help that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.
War at your left side famine at your right, politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.
Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes just ignore the flies.
Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.
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