Too Late for Tears

Too Late for Tears

As her starving child lay dying in her skeleton

like arms,her tiny child whispered to her African

mother "Please mummy,is there nothing to eat?"

Looking at the vast arid wilderness all around

her, she told this fairy-tale to her dying child

We have Bayonet Pudding

Or Bullet Pie

We have half-track Pancakes

And A-bomb fries

There is Gunship Stew

A Toffee Tank or two

Bloodbath Dips

With Religious Nuts

And Cluster Bombs

Like Candy Sticks

Big fat Pigs

You can not eat

They lined their pockets

With all your sweets

Chocolate soldiers

Who rape and beat

A grave she dug with bare hands

That covered her child in African sands

A single tear is all she shed

As she nursed another one to her breast

Peter Wicks(For the children of Africa)