My Plight

Alone I sat in humble plight....bleak 
The brimming mess of a murky world heavy like Olumo
wreathed on my neck.
My eyes amid torrid tears and roving! 
Then I asked: what is it about? 

About helpless bemoaning children scampering about in want of sourless milk? 
About pregnant children heavy with Kwashiorko? 
About death lurking around the corner like some vicious vultures? 
What is it about? 

About fathers bargaining the life of their children in selfish rootless right, 
blinded by greed and deafened by ploy. 
What is it about? 

Again I ask, what is it about? 
About a world so harsh and deadly to guiltless lads.

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