Sitting in the hot sun under the acacias tree Her leaves shade the sun and protect me Lazy I wait for the sun to go down Counting the days I will leave this ground My stomach is swollen an I want to cry Leaving my mother, who will soon die She knows that I too go to a better place We say our last prayer we say our last grace
Poem -“A Better Place Rwanda Girl”
ReplyDeleteBy Zainab McCoy © 2005
Sitting in the hot sun under the acacias tree
Her leaves shade the sun and protect me
Lazy I wait for the sun to go down
Counting the days I will leave this ground
My stomach is swollen an I want to cry
Leaving my mother, who will soon die
She knows that I too go to a better place
We say our last prayer we say our last grace