Is there a reason?Posted: May 26, 2012
I can hear the sound of a child
A sound that is in need and despair
Small eye pupils with a tear
Small eyes full of fear
Small hands trembling with fear
What are they fighting for everyday?
The long and winding dusty roads
The strange unholy mountains of evil
The sound of strange gun ships and vehicles
The uniformed people from foreign lands
The thirst of an innocent human
Small opened mouth full of cracks and dust
What have I done to deserve this?
This is the real land of guns and a whip
The land of the innocent and hungry
The land friendly to war
The land friendly to strife and disease
The land that knows no peace
How will I live?
Author: Bonang Mologasele, Botswana