Africa Poem by Gerard Woods

Biafra and the things I see
Children's legs bent and buckled
Their stomach's free,
Free from food,
And the care they should have.
Tied up in a war
That is stupid and bad.
A baby cries, a woman prays,
An old man dies
It's just one of those days
A baby with a face decrepit and old
Cries out for food
But there is none her mother is told.
A baby cries a woman prays,
An old man die's it's just one of those days.
A bullet is fired a person falls to the ground.
This is Africa as I have found.
The world looks on at the pitiful site
And thinks what a shame
But we will all sleep easy tonight,
for where not hungry or in pain.