Wednesday, August 5, 2015


Chained to sand
Bleeding from the liver
I thought this was a flood
Only a river
Attracting vultures above
My eyes wilted from dry tears
Crows pecking at my back
Holes of worm infested puss
Screams for help unheard from those with medicine or power
Friend watch from afar
Away from infection
This disease is not my own
It's already crippling my country
Too late for me
I vomit pain and disgrace