He said...

                     He Said...

On a cool Sunday evening

Sitting in the verandah of my house

The breeze soothed me without end

And Mr. Anopheles asked to be my friend

This is what he said:

That the children are hungry

Starved by a cruel world

That seeks to destroy their kind

That the wife is mad

Crazed with a bloodthirsty obsession

To feed her dear children

That he was lonely and scared,

Humming melodies of friendship and doom

Searching for who will listen

This is what he said:

That the children are hungry

Their mother is mad

And malaria looms…at large