The veins of our children,
Lacking blood…dried pipes.
Swimming in dehydrated waters,
Drowning in sweats of shame.
The eyes of our children,
Lids are glued…scary sights seen,
Little eyes have seen rotten bodies,
Why won’t they choose to die young.
The robes of our children,
A carpet for hungry termites,
A hide and seek for rats,
Loosing out their skins to nakedness.
Our children’s palms,
Older than their minute age,
Is nature wicked?
Or our leaders are broken ladders?
When…
How…
Why…
…our children like this?
