HOW CAN THIS BE.

Had she come from a dream

A nightmare of extreme

The bomb-sight appearance

Her eyes couldn`t see us

Being glazed by the sun.

Starving alone

African children at home

Political blackmail

Or harvests sown to fail

She walked from the gun.

How can we be so callous

We have to address the balance

The mess of this world

There`s people being killed from hunger

And I wonder…

How can this be.

She`s the mother of three

Her children died needlessly

They fell to the weakness

The world wouldn`t feed this

A nation in need.

Standing with pride

But with grief she can`t hide

The bomb-sight appearance

Her eyes couldn`t see us

Being glazed by the sun.