My African Child |
by Toris Okotie |
So young in heart He cried for milk So poor and helpless Mama weeps in pain His eyes so red A week he cried A month ago, To the world he came Mama so young Papa has run Under the bridge They lay their heads In storm and rain They search for food Through man and sex Mama fed him well The days went by Mama health decreased Only five months old Mama said goodbye In rain and cold He cried so loud In sun and heat He wept and wept Three days gone by Since mama left And now he sleeps To meet with mama |