The African Child

THE AFRICAN CHILD Do they have dreams? Dreams of riches, connecting bridges Of healthiness, of wealthiness Of emotional wellness?! Do they actually dream? Of a future beyond their noses Of fancy cars, of lofty houses Would they ever wake up, if at all they sleep? How could they dream? Under leaking roofs they sleep Getting less, but from foreign tip Hard mats, empty stomach they sleep Do these dreams come easily When one's sleep is decided By the silence of a gun Or the heat from the sun? I hope not, Yet they sleep Hoping that one day, maybe one day Their resilience will pay.