Bill C. Harris
I wake to the noise of the busy streets.
The bells signaling the opening of stores.
The smell of the distaste of our homes.
I watch as school aged children sells at day and school at night.
I stare along as others can’t go for lack of tuition.
As babies walk for hours to school without nutrition.
I watch as a our sisters are devalued to make ends meat.
And our fathers come home without food to eat.
I cry as teen become adults
As I see babies being born to babies.
I gaze around searching to sense of hope.
Wondering if this is the life God chose.
For all I’ve live is just the same.
And while we suffer we are told he can’t be blame.
And if he’s out there listening all I want to ask is this what you do?
If no, I pray thee, all we need in my villa is to provide food.