Josie Whitehead

Really Looking Reflective Poems

In a land far away, where the sun doesn’t burn,

There is work to be done and there's money to earn.

     In a land far away, there’s clean water to drink;

     There are schools and teachers who train you to think.


In a land far away, there is food on your plate

And there's love and respect, not repression or hate.

     There’s a pinprick of light for a future ahead,

     Not a life that is bleak with a future you dread.


There’d be hope in that land, for a person like me –

And my plans for my life would be clear as could be.

     But as I stand in the dust in this African heat

     I can only surmise that my life’s but a cheat.



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