bleeding hearts scream inside burning huts
hurried footsteps outside vanish into the forest of darkness
fear tugs at the mother's heart
her child glued to her bosom
hoping to see the sun and praying for a tomorrow
that may never come

the tropical African heat beats the drums of war
village women gyrate in a fertile dance of harvest
another village weeps for children fallen
foetuses cry from invisible graves

millions in Rwanda sucked into the spongy walls of the African pit
Bosnia is bombed by the hands that built it
war in the east makes no peace
Palestine with neither milk nor honey
fifty years of war for a land which turned them into strangers
a thirst no water can quench

every day is another death
tropical storms close in to add another menace
to the plight of innocence trapped in the trade winds of our times
when will it end?
will it end?


By Abdul Milazi

Copyright ? Abdul Milazi