My SonA Poem by Victor WaruiIt's heartbreaking this still happens to people somewhere in the globe.
Run my son, quick! Hide.
For the hour is upon us. Noon it is, lunchtime is nigh. Hide away until it passes. But tonight we'll not sleep hungry. Come now, good son of mine. You were very intelligent there. Just like the hour's gone, The hunger pangs will also go. But tonight we'll not sleep hungry. Let's hurry, the sun is sinking. Away we go, the night is evil. Faster! You are not burdened But lighter, for the hunt was null. But tonight we'll not sleep hungry. Look! Obedient son of ours. Home sweet home, she's waiting Your mother, to welcome us back From our barren bount hunting. But tonight we'll not sleep hungry. Son, go lie on your mat She's sobbing, go, I'll calm her. Do have a rest, you're tired too. Sleep if you can, I'll soon awake you. But tonight we'll not sleep hungry. Snore aloud all you want son, It helps forget the empty stomach. Mom and dad will sleep too We live for another day's hope But tomorrow we'll not sleep hungry. © 2018 Victor WaruiAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 30, 2018 Last Updated on December 30, 2018 Tags: Poverty, Hunger, Hope, Motivating, Faith AuthorVictor WaruiNairobi, KenyaAboutAspiring to retrace Shakespeare's steps though am completely unworthy. more..Writing
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