Meanwhile in Africa..

The tiny frames in Africa wade through slumbers lull

Their stomachs are empty but their dreams are filled full

The suns fury creeps down towards the west

A skin covered skeleton sucks air from her breast

Flies stick to her tear moistened cheeks

a fearful gaze in her eyes as the empty infant squeaks

a meal, a home, security is what they seek

a promise of more than living week to week

Hope is televised for pennies on the dime

But the only thing that can make it stop, is time

Time for their blank bloated bellies to erupt

Time for their frail fluttering hearts to give up

Time for our blind world to see

That war should not precede poverty

Unity can in time find a cure

If only, their frail hearts can endure