by Suicidal Christy, a child from the 3rd World.
'He's dying' the doctors say,
'He's come of age' they insist,
'We see the signs!', they exclaim,
Prostrate Cancer is having its way, they predict.
But while he's fighting to stay alive,
his family is fighting, who will get his lands?
Meanwhile I'm all alone.
No one to call on Friends or Foes.
No friends; No help; No hope
This is dedicated to my friend, Alex whose father is battling for his life.
I have neither gold nor silver but I'm here for you.