Monday, June 15, 2015

THE CAPTIVES.




Each and every day that comes
Finds our faces washed up with tears
Wondering when we'll be free again
To team up  with our loving dears.

Suffering is the air that we breathe
Proving that happiness, we'll never find
That, is the bitter truth of our lives
Though justice and freedom was our stand

Our children are illustrations of malnutrition
With ribs protruding out of their small chests
       Always crying due to hunger and thirst
Plus the cold on their half clothed bodies 


© gift 2015...courtesy of ROSELYNE WANJOHI

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