Hope
In expectancy they pray
In the quest to quench their hunger they moan
the pain they feel is so excruciating they die before they even see daylight
they are like us
they yearn to be free
if only they could liberate themselves
If only they could do it all by themselves.
they are alive but dead to their very self.
Mothers no longer see their babies grow into teenagers
For death snatches them away from their mothers chest so innocently
just the other I heard a story that made me feel so sorry
How must we not worry about their sorrow,
How can we as a people just move on as if it is all right.
Hundreds of thousands of life perish annual, yes,
the facts exist to prove me right.
Malaria, how long before you became a nightmare of our past?
Born out of the stillness of water,
Hatched by a lava so tiny, a grain of sound even weighs heavier than you,
Yet you breed one of the most deadly insects that inflicts a parasite whose only goal is to send thousands of its victims into the icy hands of death.
Oh PLASMODIUM, a canker I yearn to conquer, we have courts and social justice systems powerful enough to build mighty prisons to hold our own kinds for their wrongs, yet we can’t sentence this little mayhem to total annihilation,
But there is hope, For we are each other’s keeper. Hope is what makes them live, those children and their mothers,
All we have to do is just to extend a hand of help to them
Who knows they might hold the key to the answers that we long search someday.
let us not forget that our finger prints don’t cleaned form the lives we touch.
In expectancy they pray
In the quest to quench their hunger they moan
the pain they feel is so excruciating they die before they even see daylight
they are like us
they yearn to be free
if only they could liberate themselves
If only they could do it all by themselves.
they are alive but dead to their very self.
Mothers no longer see their babies grow into teenagers
For death snatches them away from their mothers chest so innocently
just the other I heard a story that made me feel so sorry
How must we not worry about their sorrow,
How can we as a people just move on as if it is all right.
Hundreds of thousands of life perish annual, yes,
the facts exist to prove me right.
Malaria, how long before you became a nightmare of our past?
Born out of the stillness of water,
Hatched by a lava so tiny, a grain of sound even weighs heavier than you,
Yet you breed one of the most deadly insects that inflicts a parasite whose only goal is to send thousands of its victims into the icy hands of death.
Oh PLASMODIUM, a canker I yearn to conquer, we have courts and social justice systems powerful enough to build mighty prisons to hold our own kinds for their wrongs, yet we can’t sentence this little mayhem to total annihilation,
But there is hope, For we are each other’s keeper. Hope is what makes them live, those children and their mothers,
All we have to do is just to extend a hand of help to them
Who knows they might hold the key to the answers that we long search someday.
let us not forget that our finger prints don’t cleaned form the lives we touch.
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