by Carmen Henesy

Created on: December 15, 2008

Blazing in the heavens,

On the vast earth below,

The sun scorches the land,

And no living thing can grow.

The landscape is so bleak,

Parched and dusty dry,

From the village hovels,

Starving children cry.

The cattle are skeletal,

There is no grain for feed,

On this vast Dark Continent,

There is the greatest need.

Midst drought and famine,

The poor must deal with more,

Dictators and violence,

And never ending war.

How sad that a land,

So rich in many ways,

Suffers horrible devastation,

For so many of its days.

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