Eunice Masumbuko Poems
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Where Was The World When They Died?
A scary world it is
When one is walking alone
In poverty, sorrow and segregation
Nothing to eat, naked bodied
So fragile and vulnerable.
We toil all day and all night
But get nothing from the sweat.
Nothing but jeer and hunger
And an emptiness from deep within
What it needs, we all know...
A little love!
The little love we will never feel
If the world remains this silent
At the time of our deepest need.
The world has turned its back on us
It is deeply engrossed in its riches
Earning more, living luxuriously
While we burn in the furnace of...