by Sharmal Kelambi

Created on: July 13, 2010

An empty belly that hurts,

 Cloths are covered, full of dirt,

Smiles have fade, no laugh be heard,

Too tired and hungry, to murmur a word.

Full of sorrow, full of pain,

Red blood flows in every vain,

Yet poor suffer, in their own sake,

The world sleep, in their wake.

I heard, I knew,

I smelled and view,

The dirty huts of poor,

Throughout my African tour.

War has tore them apart,

Families lie in their depart,

Children fought and died in war,

The world needs this no more.

Let the sun rise full of hope,

Empty hearts given some coup,

Full of humanity, let us march,

Try for peace, though it seems harsh.

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