This enrage leaves my body in disarray for what my eyes look upon
here in this heat infested canvas city what I see is like a serene
scene from a picture show...can this be happening, is it true?
walking between skull faces I see only torment and suffering
Young babies too weak to cry or hold out their arms have little time!
they will soon find peace in another land of milk and honey...that
is not possible here in this God forsaken place which is emaciated with death...
hunger passes through this city like a pestilence, it is prevalent for all to see
Yet more gather at this place with the probability and courage at heart...
with the will to survive, sadly many will not see another rising sun
this for them is their Armageddon; it has come round too many times
to survive yet again...
Their bodies have given up the fight strength and will to live -
wile we the doctors work hard to keep them alive
their hearts have given up, even when God has spoken to them!
Written By B. R. Walker
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