alone i sat in humble plight the brimming mess of a murky world heavy like olumo wreathed on my neck my eyes amid torrid tears and roving.
then i ask what is it about? about helpless bemoaning children scampering about in want of sour less milk, about pregnant children heavy with kwashiokor
about death lurking around the corner like some vicious vulture
what is it about ?
about fathers bargaining the life of their children in selfish ruthless right blinded by greed and deafened by ploy
what is it about?
about a world so harsh and deadly to guiltless lads
