African Heat (Rondel)

If you shall die before I wake
and burry thee in the African heat
By your side I will keep in this seat
by your pain I will cry and shake

As you struggle to stay awake
helplessly watching you grow weak
and burry thee in the African Heat
if you shall die before I wake

When the light begins to break
I check on thee for body heat
finding hope in your heartbeat
Prepared for when you don't wake
if you shall die before I wake

every three seconds a child in Africa dies, everyday mothers wake up to find that their child had not made it through the night. sometimes they burry them in un-marked graves near the hospital and then begin their journey home. i learned this in Spanish class, because he also teaches world Geography. this is due to the lack of food in certain african countries.

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~Jacklyn