Suffering African Child - Poem by samuel nze
My little brother,
The hand across your nose,
All remind me that you
Behold me with tear-filled eyes.
But what can I do;
I am not liberated yet myself,
Can I help you?
It is your leaders you must look at;
It is they who have slapped you
Across the mouth,
Exhanged you for money;
Taken your share of
All there is.
I despair at you enfant -
Will tomorow be a better day?
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