Famine short poem

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Windless dry air blankets the horn of this continent
A familiar stare from large ebony eyes embedded in one cherished frame
From the scorched earth an anguished image peers out with born innocence
Simple wishes glimmer from sunken optic caves
Her body feasts upon itself
The march of solitary decay
Mother’s weakened arms provides final comfort
The frail beat of her child’s heart fades to a whisper on her parched lips
The grasp of the barren land breaks the tactile bond
Confusion and pain cease for the infant..motionless in sands cradle
now eternal bound within the minds of her family
Her withered cloth now drapes the shoulders of an older sister
Father searches for word of food and shelter
Mother tightly embraces the words of hope from an inherited song
A young Princess was loved so deeply under the sting of the African sun.

Poet’s Note –
Human suffering occurs under the same sun which we bask under and reminds one of the power of compassion and service to those born into struggle.

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Keith Wilson

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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Found the image very contrived,stilted and clichéd). BUT the poem extremely sensitive and touching. Cant help this but being an art enthusiast a once a curator comes thru…

Meghana Joshi

Hauntingly touching – pierces the soul. A powerful poem


Keith..write and send more of your gems.

Stacy-Ann Duhaney

So painfully beautiful….a very powerful construct of emotions for such a subject #humansuffering


All I can say is I’m “saving” this one.

Aheli Chaudhuri

As per my opinion, these lines are not mere lines of a poem but are the questions as well as the explanations of human sufrage.
Its a fact that a baby or a little child isn’t responsible for his shelter wheather in a castle or in the slums. Great lyrical bonding!!!!!!!!