As the sun rises she's dead,
the wind doesn't blow today.
The trees stand still in homage...
The sky turns grey in sadness
As the heavens will thunder in loss and pain
As we shed tears for her
An echo is head in the midst of a large crowd, a voice of a woman like a piecing spear sings in praise to the leader, her wrist twists to the sound of the drams, dusty fill the air as her feet trod t
Mar 04, 2009 from Moldova, Republic of
I met her in Kenya as we traveled with Voiceless Children organization.
She is young, strong and creative...
The poem she wrote comes from her desire to get a chance in her life...
HOW do I BENEFIT from BARACK obama BEING President
Money cant buy you love
Money also can’t buy you
If all Africa wanted was money