by Jacqueline P. Walker |
Another day ... without shelter; A mother prays, as her baby lays crying, as her baby lays dying, From the hunger which found a place to LIVE in his belly. Another day ... guns fire; A mother prays, as her baby lays crying, as her baby lays dying, From the CRACK of a gunshot through his body. Another day ... sirens blare; A mother prays, as her baby lays crying, as her baby lays dying, from a sickness for which there are no AIDS. |