The Life Of An African child

sunbeams through the creaked carvings of the house wakes him up

upon a wooden bed he twists and turns 

the birth of a new day which brings nothing new

the lifestyle is the same, poverty all over and over again 

the creaking door, he opens and steps onto the sun-scorched earth

dry land with no hope or life upon it

as his eyes scans the outlook, thoughts of another survival skill comes into his mind

he can not spend another day with his intestines digesting themselves 

hunger and poverty is common place here in the so called "dark continent"

sitting down under a shed which is barely a shed, the whole body hurts

with a degree under his belt, he begins to curse the day he was born upon this land 

the whole waste of time he had used in his education years, education had been to no avail

living in Africa where the hardworking and educated are poor,while the crooks are rich

everyone starts to wonder where this land is going

failed politics and leaving behind of youths,the catalysts to the continued failure 

crying upon so called "targeted sanctions" we continue to suffer 

tears dripping, fears growing but life goes on 

can not cry over things you can control 

we don't know in whose hands the future of the African child lies

let me rest here.