by Adama Konate
The harvest is poor under the hot, relentless sun
Hunger takes a village without a grain silo by assault
Drought turns a bird margot into a carapace
The well only works in the great morning of luck
The great forest loses its herbs and fruits
The fauna lives in a miserable situation
The rain did not dampen the earth no more
The unhappy child has lost everything in the world
The trivial things become very hard and painful
The cash on hand disappeared.
The joy of going to work bumped into the bankruptcy of society
The last hope of the family fell on the ground
The unlucky child became unhappy
Without rain, the farmer is now unsure of its harvest
Without faith, how the lame would walk?
Without faith, how the poor would eat?
Without faith, how the husks would become an oasis?
Without faith, how the planted trees
would give good fruits and cool shadows?
Poverty is a burden.
Life is very difficult for the workers without hope.
Luck, now dead, cannot ensure future wealth.
Each one will have their part,
in quality and quantity,
in the time of the Lord's sharing.
"A hungry stomach has no ears."
The world must unite for peace and solidarity
Solidarity is the true force towards success
Why the people who need help do not have it?
Why the benefactors are the less fortunate?
Why does the creator of the world make some cry while others laugh?
With courage, everything is possible...
Even to achieve the unexpected
-Adama Konate
Poet from Mali
The black African child
São Paulo, March 2013.
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