By Abunerry.
Who is this young boy in the wilds?
Crawling
in the dust, crutches in pain
Through
the cattle, through dung, through silence
Why
is he in the kraal but not in the school?
Why
is his future impending, left in the dark?
Who
is to blame?
He
owns no books, uniforms, or pens
Only
groomed tied to his bones
They
deny him the basic needs
Yet,
he serves, yet he survives, yet he walks
I
ask
Who
is to blame?
Why
is silence louder than justice?
Why
do we build kraals but not schools?
Why
must children grow where cattle sleep?
Are
we raising hope or burying it in the dungeons?
Tell
me,
Who
is to blame?
What
if there were safety?
What
if there were schools?
What
if there were hearts that care?
Would
this boy walk alone in the dust covered with thistles?
Would
his tears speak louder than ours would?
Wait,
Who
is to blame?
Will
there be a stop to Junub’s wailing?
Who
will protect us, the broken, the disabled, the forgotten?
Are
the kraals now our only destiny?
Did
we choose to carry such a load?
Honestly,
Who
is to blame?
Let
me ask you
Not
as a poet
Not
as a witness
But
as a man standing before you
Whom
do you think is to blame?
The
Parents?
The
Government?
You?
Hey!
WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO STOP
BLAMING AND START BUILDING?

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