Desolate Valley, by Laura Reyes
Sweat fills my brow
Dry consuming heat
Sun beating upon the piles of rubbage and yet I go back.
Land that offers bitter agony,
Hunger pains are embraced by the young,
Little ones who cannot run or hide from the misery that surrounds them.
A child’s cry is heard in the distance, who could it be why do they weep?
Comfort comes upon sun down when the evening breeze cools my skin.
All begins to settle in the calming of another day.
Physically overwhelmed by what my eyes have seen, images that haunt my mind
My thoughts are inundated, a sense of uselessness, and helplessness engulfs me.
Valley of a cursed land, where the great ignore the less fortunate, where what rules is power and dominance; the weak have nowhere to turn and the strong turn away.
I am driven to awaken those called to action and embrace the weak.
Little boy, little boy, how long has it been since you’ve been clean, is hunger consuming you, can you not see beyond tomorrow?
Is the hope all gone with the heat of the day?
Can I show you the way to a better land.
Inspiration by: Laura Reyes