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what did this boy do wrong? |
| A small boy’s wish. A small boy stands On dry earth, Surrounded by Parched grass and The skeletal bodies Of his family. On the horizon Deadbeat lions laze Under the trees, gaze At the boy. The vast glare Of the setting sun Burns their frail skin As they wait for the help That never seems to arrive. Knowing what it’s like To be without food, Without water, But most of all Lacking the respect Of fellow man. The boy, full of fatigue, Takes his last laboured breath, Gives up, and Falls to the ground. As dead as the earth he stands on. As dead as the heart of the world. |