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Wednesday, 16 November 2011

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)






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