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Scorched by the Sun
Sucking at his dry tongue,
Pinching the sores that had almost dried
A swarm of flies crowd around his face
Licking the dried mango juice on his lips
Too weak to wave a hand
He wishes one fly would fall into his mouth
Exhausted from crying
With dried tears along his face
He swallows the dusty air
Igniting a coughing bout
That forces mucous from his nose
Which he licks with delight
But still no one notices his suffering
The whole is world deaf to his cries
Written by: Fiskani M’jew Nkhoma
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
