Bitter Pictures

I see a stranded street child
Sitting by the dumpsite.
With flies in her eyes,
And a delta of dry mucus
Screaming down her nose...
She whimpers of her
Lost innocence
As she feels the cruel kicks
Of expectancy in her womb

I see a fierce gang of goons
Heaving and breathing in rage...
They chant slogans
That make them sound
Ready to maraud and sorround
The world for war!
They are waiting for dusk to gather

I rember the patient who died
In the hands of a quack doctor
Who forgot a scalpel in
Her belly
After performing an operation!

I see untapped talents,
Exploited brains,
Jobless graduates,
A bitter picture indeed