..bellowing stomachs, skin stretched over tender bones..... |
I saw in the news today Famine in Africa African mother's weeping, no tears fall, African father's traveling across parched land detached--family man, children with the African moon in their eyes bellowing stomachs, skin stretched over tender bones while we eat big fine meals then belch, rubbing our stomachs like fat cats we are, slick and self-satisfied. I saw a bare-breasted African woman Dried breast's emphasized, a shadow of a child clinging little heart failing, milk’s dry, land’s dry for all but the flies as the African sun beats down relentlessly, a hovering of despair, the beat of hunger goes on and on and on while we sit back, comfortable, the golden arch, thirty-one flavors, Rationalized Denial. Oh Angels of Africa I hear thunder moaning, hollow you drop, plucked before ripened and all the lion's congregate at your grave all the lion's congregate at your grave. Famine made the news today But Judy is preparing for fellowship, while Jack sips a bud light ain't this the life, oh Angels of Africa, when did we forget how fragile the violet is under the desert sun? or how beautiful the orange moon is under the umbrella tree? The concrete jungle breaks through the clouds... We hear no Angel's cry for waves of feet rush through Wall Street, sentiment imprisoned by the concrete life sentiment imprisoned by the concrete life. Oh Africa, How can we ignore the ocean swelling with your tears? or see that the moon no longer dances at night? When did we close our eyes to the brilliant colors of Africa now fading like a rainbow across blue skies? Where did we go wrong? I saw in the news today, Famine in Africa.... her fervent cries alive in the ebb of parted shores how can we ignore? |