Who will play with the African boy diagnosed with Leukemia?
Who will dance with the African boy who wallows in mud?
Who will apostle the African boy from wars of their fathers?
Who will sing with the African boy whose voiceless setting is marred?
Who will embrace the African boy from the streets of bugs and bites?
Who will house the African boy who steals stale bread due to economic mysteries?
Who will play the harp of merry to the African boy who whistles solemn tunes?
Who will light the yellow dots to the African boy masked in darkness of wars?
Who will prune the African boy of such scar as poverty and illiteracy?
Who will save the African boy who labor all day on the ocean breeze?
Who will address the tears of an African boy crippled with malaria and sneezing nose?
Who will share mug with the African boy who drinks from the pig’s trough?
Who will salvage the African boy who has no poetry in his soul but skeletons of web?
Who will manifest the dreams of the African boy trying to break tides on desert places?
Who will educate the African boy from leaders in masquerades- poised for rigging electoral order?
Who will dine with the African boy who dies tomorrow of AIDS?
No one, but you, the guarantor to his souring heart