Nobody sees your tears
In freezing winter morning
Under a cold African sun
Children stands against the walls
And bask in the sun.
In an era where food is sold
Poverty has become a norm
As they stand in the cold
In tartered shoes, tartered blankets.
A snot appears in the nose
Before whipped by an icy hand
Like a painting they pose
For photographs never taken.
If tears had footprints, I fear
Our faces should have ditches
Crying in Africa is crying under water
Nobody sees your tears.
Antreka Tladi
©️Apr2022
