The rude visitations of the rains
Touch my sanes
What becomes of
Those with unsheltered homes?
What happens to
Those with no mother’s arms?
Who tends to
Those with no towels of comfort,
Who feeds
Those who live from hand to mouth?
I weep watching their plight in my mind
Cooped in corners,
Hugging own legs,
Rain gutting the land on their skins as they shiver
With hunger gunning their stomachs
Do the eyes of the street see them?
Do the ears of the world hear them?
Can the mouth of the earth speak for them?
The nose of the slums sniff them, that I know
And knowing is like a thousand knives
Piercing my mind
Because I was part of their kingdom
Before the hands of years stretched
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 
8 replies on “HOW ARE THEY?”
Your empathy is tangible and your poetic reach large.
Cheers,
Laurie Keim
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Cheers Laurie! And thank you for passing by.
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Difficult to give a ‘like’ for something like this, my Dear Amoafowaa. That is why I did not. Love, Blessings and Prayers for these Children.
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A good way to start. Thank you very much.
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The children….God be with the children…
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Yes, God be with the children.
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It’s good to ask ourselves what is happening. It’s wonderful what you are doing.
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Thank you Corina.
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