Famine - A poem by Becky (Mufasa)

Famine


Her back aching daily, after her demanding day working.
She is only young, but has no choice.
As the Queen, up above, shimmers permanently,
Trekking to the raging river, only ten miles away,
In bare feet, she struggles.
Only one litre does she get,
To share between her five sisters, brother, parents and her.

Mourning her father, food is scarce too.
Her older brother farms and sells vegetables and milk.
With another child on the way, the mother with Aids,
There is no hope.
Very little money is saved, therefore no school.
She envies her friends
As they have fun learning.
If her and many other’s dreams could come true,
Then Africa would be a much happier place.

By Becky