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My African Child
So young in heart
He cried for milk
So poor and helpless
Mama weeps in pain
His eyes so red
A week he cried
A month ago,
To the world he came
Mama so young
Papa has run
Under the bridge
They lay their heads
In storm and rain
They search for food
Through man and sex
Mama fed him well
The days went by
Mama health decreased
Only five months old
Mama said goodbye
In rain and cold
He cried so loud
In sun and heat
He wept and wept
Three days gone by
Since mama left
And now he sleeps
To meet with mama
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Sean Amos
I am Sean Amos, an empowered Youth who believes that youth have a right to govern and need to govern. Our interests are not taken care of and we are being misused by the politicians in power, by giving us empty promises. We need to get what we deserve.
You can check my profile on:
http://profiles.takingitglobal.org/Seanamo
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