For the students in Kenya

A poem for those poor students in Kenya who died. Sad that the world dosen´t pay as much attention just because it happened in Africa.

Can you see in my face where I pray?

On the temple mount

In the church

Or towards mecca five times a day

 

Can you tell by my skin how much I´m worth?

If I´m black

If I´m white

Color decides how much I´ll contribute to the earth

 

Can you image now that I´m dead?

My personality

My dreams

The lost life I should have led

 

Did you notice how you saw my soul?

Unimportance

Indifference

Just another life lost on African soil

 

Yes you noticed when I collapsed on the floors

Your bullets of hatred

And my black skin

Even if my blood is just as red as yours

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is very sad. It makes me sick every time I hear of children dying. It's just not how things should go.

[Johanna]

I agree.. it´s horrible

[An owl on the moon]

I deeply appreciate your words... the soul of them... conveying to us the suffering of each one of these beautiful people lost... stolen from us... the horrible suffering of their families.. and yes.. their lives as precious.. as much a treasure to this earth as any other... Thank you for being their voice...

[Johanna]

Thankyou for reading this poem, means a lot

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Impact...as I read the lines of this emission...the lines dare defy the last voice to speak out for them...for there is only silence now...being a dedication to those loses...you hit the reader with the vindication for which this was intended...

[Johanna]

thankyou for you feedback :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...