What do you think of this poem:
Cracked lips, parched land
Dusty promises of help at hand
Hungry children with Christmas cards
Won't help a world that's growing too fast
I wish it would rain on Africa
But storm clouds gathering won't bring relief
Just darker days with no hope of peace in Africa
Guns and bombs, tears and mud
All the love erased with blood
But bound by dept to hopelessness
Can we ever clean this mess?
-Found By: Alex K.
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