Hunger

De klerk/anth./1 HUNGER A pale horseman this way came Famine followed it raged his name No shelter, meat nor mother’s hand can save a soul in a cursed land A tattered shirt to stay the cold A loin cloth the waist to fold Forsaken youth on ruin wall Untouched by her headed call Her frozen stare, pleading shout Where flies gather, in and out Too Weak even swallow Crumbs in hand so hollow No more tears to cry, oh Somali daughter silent witnesses will mourn her Your breath united with the sky Your flesh to Africa so dry…