Post by thoth on Nov 27, 2008 4:23:18 GMT -8
As the HIV AIDS epidemic tightens its grip on South Africa, city streets and parks have become host to a “Lost Generation” of homeless orphans.
Many have inherited the virus from sick mothers and will die before the age of seven while Gravy-train government continues to ignore this humanitarian tragedy. An obese minister of health publically denied the existence of AIDS saying it was a G5 hoax limit the population growth of emerging nations.
Rev 2
I watched two grubby waifs with bare scraped knees
on garbage littered mounds of broken stone.
They clambered dumps with prickly scrub,
a copse of wattle trees
to a cardboard box of rags that served as home.
Then scampered shoeless down the squalid streets,
to trawl those busy sidewalks stalls and bars.
A hopeful morsel for the day
was gleaned by charm or cheats
while their laughing feet splashed mud on shops and cars.
As starlight dropped its chilling veil of dew,
an urchin gazed up to a savage sky.
His sister dying in his arms
with a song his mom once knew,
this boy-child rocked a weeping lullaby.
Each night two skinny wraiths return
to scramble through my brain
and a little girl runs laughing in the rain.
Origonal
I watched two grubby waifs with knees scraped bare
beyond the garbage mounds and broken stone,
scrub wattle trees where black-jacks lurk
and drifts of cosmos flair;
in a cardboard box of rags they called their home.
They scampered barefoot down those autumn streets,
to trawl the busy sidewalk shops and bars.
A hopeful morsel for the day
is gleaned through charm or cheats
and their laughing feet splashed mud on trucks and cars.
When midnight dropped her chilling veil of dew,
I spied two urchins under starlit sky.
With dying sister in his arms;
and a song his mother knew,
that boy-child rocked a weeping lullaby.
As images of skinny wraiths
resolve within my brain,
there’s a little girl runs laughing in the rain.
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Many have inherited the virus from sick mothers and will die before the age of seven while Gravy-train government continues to ignore this humanitarian tragedy. An obese minister of health publically denied the existence of AIDS saying it was a G5 hoax limit the population growth of emerging nations.
Rev 2
I watched two grubby waifs with bare scraped knees
on garbage littered mounds of broken stone.
They clambered dumps with prickly scrub,
a copse of wattle trees
to a cardboard box of rags that served as home.
Then scampered shoeless down the squalid streets,
to trawl those busy sidewalks stalls and bars.
A hopeful morsel for the day
was gleaned by charm or cheats
while their laughing feet splashed mud on shops and cars.
As starlight dropped its chilling veil of dew,
an urchin gazed up to a savage sky.
His sister dying in his arms
with a song his mom once knew,
this boy-child rocked a weeping lullaby.
Each night two skinny wraiths return
to scramble through my brain
and a little girl runs laughing in the rain.
Origonal
I watched two grubby waifs with knees scraped bare
beyond the garbage mounds and broken stone,
scrub wattle trees where black-jacks lurk
and drifts of cosmos flair;
in a cardboard box of rags they called their home.
They scampered barefoot down those autumn streets,
to trawl the busy sidewalk shops and bars.
A hopeful morsel for the day
is gleaned through charm or cheats
and their laughing feet splashed mud on trucks and cars.
When midnight dropped her chilling veil of dew,
I spied two urchins under starlit sky.
With dying sister in his arms;
and a song his mother knew,
that boy-child rocked a weeping lullaby.
As images of skinny wraiths
resolve within my brain,
there’s a little girl runs laughing in the rain.
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