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AN EMPTY STOMACH CAN KILL A DREAM

Father I dream to be your hero
To carry you legacy
Fight the enemies of progress
Ignorance and disease
But I just realised my stomach is empty
And an empty stomach can kill a dream 

You told me to follow my dreams
That one day they will be more than just dreams
They will be reality people live
I have tried my best
And I still try my best
But as the pains of hunger grow
I become more convinced that
An empty stomach can kill  a dream

We were many
They were good fighters
But we lost them, 
How could they ever keep on fighting with empty stomachs
Father do you now see
How an empty stomach can kill a dream?

We were many in this home
But brothers started leaving
One after another to look for food
Neighbours drove us to despair by laughing at our uncompensated determination
Hoping for the fruits of your love
All along hunger did not subside
But a dream near death held on
We hoped you could see
How an empty stomach can kill a dream

Father
We are not sure if you know us
Or remember that you have sons and daughters who need food
But I hear rumours making rounds
Of the industrious sons and daughters you have
Sustaining your legacy
Holding on to a dream
All you do not know is that the dream is near death
And that
An empty stomach can kill a dream

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