THIS DISTANT LAND

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THIS DISTANT LAND
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In a distant land 
Where the seas are always in conflict 
And trees are never in bloom 
In sunny villages 
With abandoned farmlands laid to waste
In small huts 
Filled with bonny faces and thin frames
eyes glued to the fire-place waiting for the pot. 

Still in this far away land 
Sounds of the next generation echoes throughout the land
Loud tones,soft whispers, gentle shouts, clasped hands, movements.... 

In that distant land
where yam barns are left bare 
And pounding mortars grow scarce
The tools of the diligent farmer 
Seems to bring little harvest instead of a bumper. 
Hunger has found  a place to  stay
The tenders one's  are yet to forget it's  name
Not only have they come to hear its fame
But have experienced in doses same 
Help is yet to come their way.. 

In this distant land 
I see a budding generation 
Rising from the four cardinal points
with giant-sized heads on line necks and rotund bellies settled  on tiny hips
The ringworms have done not a small job
leaving  sore designs on their hard  skulls

This distant land is filled  with tender ones
With  bare bonny legs covered by a thun-sliced pound of flesh
Dripping noses  like wastes from the entrails of a bull. 

In another distant land
You'll find them sitting on spread-out mats
with  calabashes and pleading eyes 
Hoping to get changes from the 'Highly'
With railway  tracks on their cheeks 
Having not  known a wash nor a visitation  of the comb
Flies make their bodies a bed of rest 
Sun-fried faces speaks loud of woes and sufferings.. You could tell the rest. 

This land filled with the next generation 
Who have experienced peaces and wars
Cold and mist have become their foes and friends. 
Parched,torn,dirty rags for covers on their  light frames 
The days keeps coming 
Each holds unto a flicker of hope and keeps hoping
Waiting for a change yet uncertain when

When you come across the children from the distant  world 
Who have long been separated from love,care and affection by time and seasons
Abandoned  shacks have become their mansions
Bridges have become their shelter against  the evil lurking in corners  at night
For  the very life they live, they never bargained  for
Think instead this way, WHAT IF IT WERE TO BE ME? 
then you'll  acknowledge that they are also a product of creation
And not without a divine destination 
In your own small way, help them fulfill their earthly  assignments
It begins with having a "Loving Heart"


_**Dedicated to the children on the streets of his who have known the sad faces of toil, lack,maltreatment and malnutrition**_
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