Famine In Kanowa

My child tasted half-cooked milk,

As their only siblings watched in tears,

Yearning for my ovaries grounds ,

To the warmth of my nurturing care.

No milk from my breast did flow,

No energy left to breastfeed,

No water to induce a drop of urine,

The child regrets having such a mother.

A mother with but a droplet of milk,

A mother drained of all her strength,

Allergic to even the act of breastfeeding,

A life accident my child, a wish not from me 

Nights stretch on for eternity,

Twice the time God made,

Darkness blankets my house ,

Oh! The bitter cold and searing heat.

The house I inhabit has countless vents,

A hundred windows as vast as the president's palace,

Yet, I find no joy in this world,

My children echo the same sentiment.

I dream of change daily, but it never comes,

I am lost, without a path forward,

Only to witness the congregation,

Mourning me and my three children,

Lowering our humble bodies,

Into the earth, our final abode.