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The Dream Of An African Child
The Dream Of An African Child
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Gazing up the verdant sky
Where his dream fly
In search of a place to perch
And hatch it golden egg.
Do we need to hear his story?
In this milieu so gory?
No, his countenance tells it more
For his story is an open sore.
How can he run after his dream
With a face so grim
And a body immersed in a pool of ordeal
Hands and legs chained, looking surreal?
The dream of an African child is like a viable seed
Longing for a fertile soil, to make it, its vintage seat
The dream of an African child, is a blueprint for action
Who will implement it even in fraction?
The dream of an African child, is a cry for rescue
From a drowning sea that looks askew
The dream of an African child, is an unleavened bread
Longing for a catalyst, even just a shred.
