Children are left without parents
Families are ripped apart by an epidemic ravaging the motherland
Husbands do not have wives
Fathers do not have daughters
The youth are dying on the sacred land of our birth
The old are left to weep and mourn for the dying
Babies continue to search for familiar arms that once cradled them so softly
Uncles and aunts wait in the villages for a cure to this disease wiping out a population of people struggling to survive
Where are the medications?
Where are the possibilities for life?
The struggle for justice and truth
Others may say fight for a more meaningful cause but what is more meaningful than human life
This disease has taken away so much from a land so rich
Cry for Africa!
Cry for Africa!
I pray that the Nile and Zambezi rivers will flow and hold the tears of Africa and a cure for AIDS is found
Until then I will continue to cry and hope for Africa
2006 Copyright Toiia L. Rukuni
hey Toiia
I loved the poem.. I felt the emotions
Go Head Sis!!!
Soo much emotion, I love it. Keep up the work sis, love ya.
Nneke
I enjoyed your poem
I like your poem. Everyone should be asking these same questions, instead of writing Africa off as the "dark continent".