The sky has been blue
Since ages ago
Before myself was born
Or even more, concieved
The sun has been shinning
Since the start of time
Blessing as with light
Not forgeting energy
But this is too much
Our brothers are scorched
Burnt by the sun rays
Like roasted meat in feasts
Hunger is tearing them apart
Yet no one sees the burden
We are helpless perhaps
And a letter of help we write
Let me not write a long one
For the message will fade
Or perhaps, God,
You will get tired reading perhaps
But, just like in the good holy book
During the time of moses
And those children of yours
Shower manner and quils today
We are dying of hunger
The earth has forsaken us
The rains have long deserted us
And the sun is mocking us
See, dear Lord, I haven't said much
Just asked for a little favor
To my brothers and sisters
And your reply, I'll be waiting
© Lewis Wamwanda
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