Their home was bleak and emptied of all the webs of life that hold us together,
seated on the dirt floor they drifted in their thoughts while holding hands,
their bulging bellies swollen with starvation were moving beyond the human
need of hunger and care, to a place where they lay down and let the life
ebb from them, hoping they would be lifted to a place of peace and plenty.
A few folk were trying to raise the remaining childer but they themselves,
were failing now as the sickness spread and stuck to their fevered frames;
leaving more of the little ones to fend for themselves, in a world that has
forgotten how to care, choosing eyes closed to the crumbling children’s lives
as they opt to stop their financial aid but not the brutal interest on deadly debts.
The weakened economies of world race to forge new pathways, and every
one misses those who live on the edge of a precipice of pain and hunger.
The small sons and daughters orphaned by the pandemic do not have
any choices and their frail bodies, wearied by working long hours for a
pittance, would cry if they have a voice, ‘Help us with your billions and
instead of flying into space give us enough for a meal, clean water
and a place to sleep safely. Help us you who fund political parties
whose propaganda enables an agenda of propagating poisonous lies,
that wealth is to be garnered instead of food and money to be grown
in burgeoning bank balances in place of medicines for those without.