In Africa many people die of hunger.This poem is my feeling about what the African people are suffering. Many people like this poem and suffer it with me.
African Cry
Homeless ,bear body child,
thin bones ,sad smile,wide eyes
starring in the wilderness.
As he walks in the scrubber ruins,
digging,scratching in desperation.
Mothers with babies at arm ,
sucking whats only left , struggle in pain.
Men and women in black puddles catching the residues of water.
Dry surfaces everywhere,wind blows dry dirt blows all over.
Short, sweet and well said! You are good at what you do 
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