Comments about Tracey Teale
A land of drawn and sullen faces
from people still so young,
with every line hardship reads
of better times gone by.
Working from sun up till sundown
to earn one nights meal.
crying for a simple meal of rice
to fill the empty space within.
Praying for a dropp of clean water
to quench away the thirst,
to wash away the distaste of the hovel
they dwell with in.
This happens while unappreciative
of the water which flows freely from our taps,
And the meals we set before us.
A soft bed we have to sleep
A roof to warm us ...