Day 5 Poetry by Z…. Costello ''Somalia''

Another Poem for you good people by Z.... Costello taken from her poetry site  whorattledyourcage.wordpress.com

Below this line, these are her words to you......

This poem is dedicated to the drought victims in Africa and especially to the 29,000 children under the age of five, who have starved to death in the past few months. They are not a mere statistic in my eyes – they will never become so.

This post is a plea to everyone with the means to spend even a few pounds – I urge you to put your hand in your pocket and do so. Save a life today whilst you still can.

Somalia

The cracked lips, of the cracked earth, that swallowed a thousand cracked souls..
The tear drop from the mother, not, the rain drop that wet the dry floor..
The dry sun, with it’s radiation and its harsh burn, heating the Earth’s core..

The child’s cry, and the mother’s sigh, as they watch one more sibling go..
The empty bowl, and the empty hole, and the stomach that never gets more..
The long walk, no energy to talk, when deaths the only thing that’s sure..

A raised hand, and a closed fist, and Him with the intentions impure..
A give and a take, or give and we’ll give, but giving for the sake no more..
And hands over ears, and hands over eyes, but a hand in the pocket is a no..

And the playground, that’s a graveyard, where the lifeless now all go..
Where the child played, and the child danced, in a time long long before..
It’s still a playground, there’s children to be found but these children, they dance no more…

Z…. Costello