She got nothing but tears

I lived in Africa most of my years

Only thing I see is a mother with tears

When her son is old enough to pick up death spears 

When she sees her little boy killing innocent people with no fears

Dad ain’t here which means respect  for mother never appears

But mother keeps on praying for him even though he gave her scars 

Scars of pain 

Scars of tears turn in to rain  

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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