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.