Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Africa Bleeds


Empress of African sorrow
Purple night has blistered the heart
Thistles of the western wind
Insolated diseased children
Cries like buried alive
Tuberculosis and aids
Epidemic and pestilence 2014

She weeps before the sun
Sanitarium filled with despair
Major drug companies turn away
Heartburn, anti cholesterol business
Not profitable to invest in poor Africa
Africa 11% of the world’s population
29% of the worlds TB -34% of world’s death

Africa Bleeds like a forsaken child dying of TB

Submitted: Sunday, April 27, 2014

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