Who Buys My Thought? Poem by Mabel C. Mozie

Who buys my thought buys not a bottle of honey
But strands of a hopeless future bottled up.

A future that is threatened
By mortal diseases threatened
The future of the African child.

Of eyes that look out and see an endangered tomorrow threatening an already imagined better future.

Who buys my thought buys not a haven of peace and bliss
But of battling thoughts.

Thoughts of what the future would be
The tomorrow of the African child.

Who buys my thought buys a strenous desire for a better tomorrow
A better tomorrow for the African child
Who buys my thought?