KWASHIORKOR (by Moses Chibueze Opara)
Down the shallow street
With swollen belly-bony legs-starved head,
His smiles wore a kwashiorkor look
With a fainting voice, sighing in his heart-
He was playing with the dust of despair
Fighting the crawling shadows of fear...
A poor child, stained by malnutrition
The seal of poverty engaged his thoughts-
Through the arteries of pantless nights
He walked-in an unclean diapers of tears
Plagued by unclear hymns
Stucked in death's bound,
He wore a plea in his heart-
A plea for a hand to hold his heart.
NOTE: The source for this poem is facebook and it was posted there by Moses Chibueze Opara.