Starving In Turkana Poem by Frank Okoth

We see the green of life no more
Thanks to the strong rays of the sun
The land is dry,
The plants are dead,
Here in the north
People are thirsty people are hungry people are dying.

Water is falling from the sky no more
None of it is flowing through the land
The land is dry, I can’t cry
A baby is in need of milk
Her mother’s breasts are dry almost dead
People are dying people are hungry people are thirsty

For they are starving in the north
A guitarist shall mistake their ribs for his tool,
An electrician will surely term their eyes a socket,
Water and food are not just the things,
They are everything.
Some beings are hungry, Some beings are thirsty, Some beings are dead.