Friday, 17 February 2017


In a corn field
Where nothing ever grows
He stands and stares
No one cares

Birds in flight
With the will to fight
Flying freely
Like a run away kite

Exhausted with tiredness
Sun scorching his head
Hands like splinters
Harsh will be the winter

Swooping down to capture
A closer look
Swirling around him
They take what they can

As the burnt ground
Suddenly hardens
With frost winters face
Hunger takes place

Let the rain fall
He prays
With his eyes touching the sky
Hardship in the lines of seeds
Again he prays oh why

Days pass nothing changes
Noise of the turning pages
Cries call out from the children
Empty tummies
Rumbling like drums

Digging the dark
Cold ground
Nothing to feed them
Nothing to be found

Laying their heads down
On cold damp beds
Echoes of hardship
Fill each wall

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