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The Cry of Africa

Having nothing to eat they sit silently 

 

Resisting the alarming signal in their bellies

 

Their bodies so thin and emaciated 

 

Their minds full of hunger and dilapidated 

 

Their eyes looking forward for a brighter future 

 

That is nothing more than a satisfying dinner 

 

Their mouths muttering a meaningless prayer 

 

That may provide them a holy savior 

 

In this manner they pass each and every day 

 

Until the whole world heeds their prayer or their bodies decay.

 

~Han Min Ohn

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