Children of a lesser god

They are suspended in the ceiling of dreams

The grieved children of Africa

For who does your godfather

Fight for?



Today the walk in tattered clothes

The urchins of majengo

Walking the streets of misery.



They are the grieved children of Africa

Full of hunger

Full of thirst

While their godfathers

Make merry

In protected mansions

And giving orders

To the sacrificial lamps

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vilmazab's picture

A poem where your imagination can run wild, and be greatly sad!