THE HEARTS OF THE CHILDREN WEEP

They swam in competition for the eggs

And won their race

Just hoping for some pecks

So they bore all the cramping and escaped from sicknesses’ chase

Only to come to the shore

To realize they boarded the wrong vehicles

 

 

Now what?

No matter the many walks one will take

You see some begging for labour shot

Trying to fake their ages in order to their meals bake

Their sweats cry for help

As their will conquereth their pain

 

These angels on the street

Trying to be on their feet

They gnash their teeth

In order to hunger beat

They strain their bodies’ meat

And kill their smiles

 

Let the vehicles that brought them here

Take them back there

There, where their struggles started

There, where their trust forced them to war

Seeing some lost their parts, others hungry,

Others suffering, being beaten and dying is horrendous

 

Please wake to feed the labour of your pleasure

Mother earth, please let them see the curses they’re incurring

Father sky, please help the pleasurers know their sins have no measure

These angels came to help us live on, only asking for initial caring

They do not deserve this? Please Africa rise

To get them off the street and out of their misery

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014