My Poem

IN THE DISTANCE IT A ECHO OF A CHILD MOURN

In the distance it hear
an echo of a child mourn
the day is go on and you
still healing a child moun.


When the night falls
it doesn't stop
the mourn brings by the wind
from these sea that blows.


There in Africa lands you see a child,
he cries and when arrives the meaning
there is a child without a home,
with out a place of bread, and no
shoes to wear,
and i ask my self what rule I do.


Sad faces a think akin, and an empty stomach
it is difficult, it hurt, but ids not impossible,
we have to make a change,
we have to make a difference.
today in Africa land a child will die.