The Cry


 

The Cry

PHOTO BY ALPHONCE HAULE

I hear cries

Cries of hungry children

Stretching hands for anything to sooth their throats

Disturbed voices and thoughts of their beings to life

Away from parents and care of the society

Alone they wander In streets, with hopes to survive one more day

 

From us to them

Torture we give and isolation we validate

Their life is ours in our concern we lose them

We forget our dues

And give them our backs

It’s not them but us who hear the sounds

Sounds of loneliness and empathy songs

Yet, we hide our hearts and block our ears

To the voice of the helpless children.

 

We cover our lies

By donations we request

Whilst we fill our pockets

And throw remains to the streets

We build houses by the sweat of our blood

We enjoy the sunset by the hearts of the need

We kill our tomorrow

By living in our comfort zone.

Written by Felix Massinda

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