Trees stand with the shelter of the sweet atmosphere, <br />birds and duck groom under the comfort of thier nest. <br />Chickens hide beneath the sweet warmth of thier mother. <br />But the african child lay, with cold and termite to cover and sing his lullaby. <br />An odd of the rest. <br />Tears of the african child. <br /> <br />The heavens bless the land with drops of life in crystal. <br />Some nocturnals scurry to hide from these stones of blessings. <br />For they know the time and wishes like crystals. <br />But the african child floats in the ignorance of innocence. <br />A victim of time and lack. <br />Tears of the african child. <br /> <br />The battle of brains began, with little or no echoes in the wild. <br />Predators hunt and play with thier prey. <br />Drums cry in excitement...Predators glide with thier tide. <br />Pity.The african child learns. <br />A victim of phase with time so minimal. <br />They, the tears of the african child. <br /> <br />The wind blow, <br />the thunder bolts. <br />A change in the face of the gracious sky. <br />Freedom and wisdom restricted. <br />Men flew with ores, defied gravity. <br />A questioning 'Y', a resounding 'I'. <br />Civilization..The african child gazes but bewildered. <br />They all, the tears of the african child.<br /><br />Mike Ebogha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-the-african-child/
