The day is languid

The heat is great

The dust intense

The thorn tree WAITS,

Silent it stands…

And waits….

A child laughs

A baby gurgles

A mother sings…

Listen, listen,

To the voices ring

There is light and joy

Peace and happiness

In the village today…

But the heat is great

The dust intense

The thorn tree waits.

A scream rips

Through the African Sky

The sky darkens

The thunder rolls

The light turns to red

Red?

Red blood….

As the child’s laughter

Is stilled forever

What?

Oh no… The mother is dead

The baby at her breast…

The true warrior is dead

With love always