Friday, November 22, 2013

Agony


There is an agony of an African Child that still persists.
A writhing pain masked on the surface by fissured bravery
Fissured bravery wrapped in hope.

Set on a journey of a thousand miles,
 barely making a furlong

From a rising billow of earthly dust
A last breath is taken

There’s a shudder to the ground
 A connection is lost,
The chasm is deep.

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