Mandela's children
At night when I lay down my head,
hugging my thin cardboard bed,
cold, hungry and alone.
I dream of a warm loving family
and a sweet loving home,
a piece of bread, a bowl of soup, chunk of clay,
a time of blissful happiness and play.
Maize meal fortified with vitamins
can even stop me begging for food.
Sustenance, to last me a day which is good.
Flute & clay, will discipline and soothe my soul,
Mould my character to reach my goal.
Some computer games children play
can develop and sharpen intellect,
Help me with evaluation project.
Fighting for a place in the sun
I came into the world innocent, hungry and cold,
And with your help even growing old.
The expanding world of technology
are setting new goals regular a day,
Shrinking, much needed coin wasting away.
The name of the scientist,
in history books forever will lay,
inevitably he stumbles,
upon a cure for *** Aids one day.
Sept 2007