A Boy Named Africa

His black eyes are empty.
The Nile flows from them in a stream that seems like it'll never end:
but not a drop of water will touch his parched lips.
Not a splash of water will cleanse his sand-stained face.

He looks to his mother.
On the ground she sleeps endlessly.
A fate...His fate.
Down next to his mother he lies.
His body aches. His stomach cries.
The Nile flows.
She's cold.
The sound of wings flutter in his heart.
The sound of wings flutter overhead.
Death - bald death.

Hunger overcomes him.
Unbearable Pain.
There's no food to eat.
There's no water to drink.
Nothing but emptiness.
Lower death comes.
The red, hot desert sun beats down on his black sandy skin.
Pain; clawing at his stomach.
His tongue shrivelled with thirst; unbearable thirst.

Weakness overcomes him.
He moans. Cries.
Lower the bald one flies.
Hunger. Thirst.
Death is near.
Pain. Nothin but Pain.
It lands next to him.
The Pain stops.
He is....A Boy Named Africa.

2004