little boy holds tight to her momma’s dress
he is thin except for that bulge in his stomach
he cries hungry-
no tears fall, he’s exhausted
he weaned when his sister came-
but the tummy forces them to share momma’s dry breasts
trees are all down
the rain stopped
too much sunshine made the desert
then came hunger and desperation-
anarchy
then came the war
daddy was killed
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Too sad. The image is devastating.
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war and political unrest leaves a devastating community
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Simply heartbreaking. The way we treat the earth, very soon we could all be facing this kind of devastation.
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sad reality we’ll face if we don’t take good care of mother earth
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Ayieko I know we will, as a species, have to atone for our actions, yet why must the innocent babies suffer from the sins of overlords in power? I watched a movie last night, “Black 47,” that talks about the Irish potato famine in 1847 that killed 1/3 of the population of Ireland. It details how the British “landlords” took the grain harvests from the farmers and shipped it to Britain and evicted the sharecroppers from the land in the middle of winter by pulling the thatch roofs off of their homes. The imagery in that movie, similar to the image you used today with your poem, cannot be forgotten.
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I’ll find the movie and watch it
the aftermath of wars, famine and disasters are painful
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This is an image I have grown up with (I remember the war of Biafra), and it seems to be repeating itself in other places. Does it start with the war or the hunger?
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sometimes hunger starts though war mostly precede
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