Friday, January 06, 2006

Africa.

In Photos,
They feel us.
In Reality,
They deceive us.
Making Poverty History
Or
Better Making Rich History!?

Third World Countries
The Sunken Nations,
Black Shed Blood.
Full of Civil Wars,
Famines,
And The invisible HIV,
Which we can't see.
No History in there,
Only Conflicts
And unwritten languages.
Of Tribes, that fight over lands
for power to rule nothing
But themselves!

A tearful Sun over a helpless Mother
A Hopeless Child over a dead Horse,
Waving for the Red Cross
for a piece of Bread,
or a piece of Peace!
A Torn Nation,
The African Nation.
Copyright@[x]
Influenced by[z].

Note: Written for Africa, "They" in the first line is First World Countries.

2 comments:

iamnasra said...

Wow its nice to see this poem here...I like the idea

. said...

Thanks Iamnasra/obscured and Nameless for stopping by,
And Thanks for your comment, I really appreciate it.

Salam.