The African Contrast

by | Jul 3, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

The beating african sun,
It’s not fair,
Gazzelle’s running free,
The sand is stained with blood,
The trees are still in the air,
There are children crying,
The leaves glisten in the rain,
The screams of the desolate,
The joy of the rich,
The pain of the many,
There is blood on our hands,
And it is mans fault.


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