Listen to the mourning child under a leafless shadowy tree The dry throat has elapsed the purity of water The mouth cracked by the burns of the searing sunrays Offer to those worth mercy begging tiny hands Stare in those blameless teary eyes that saw fire and blood Talk to those lips that open up to plead Hold the helpless hands that need a compassionate aid With your whole soul and charity embrace the bony hungry little child Weep away the tears that troll down on the sorrowed little face Lead his fractured feet through a buoyant pace Sing the sweet love lullabies to put him to sleep. Olga-Divine Agahozo is a student at Gashora Girls’ Academy
