Wafe

I am but a wafe, I have no drink

The rivers run dry.

There is no creek

The brim of the cup recieves no beak

Leaving me with a thirst there is nothing, not even a leak

Reefs dry up, they crumble and seep

Seep into the oceans abyss, the abyss that runs wide and deep

Sleep now, your time will come and we will meet

Sleep you have my heart it will always beat

It will fill your cup,and the brim will start to leak

The rivers will start to run,where there was none.

There is now a creek

The oceans abyss will always meet

Meeting you in your slumberous sleep

You are now an angel, an angel flying high, your heart will always go on, it will always beat 💓

This poem was written from watching all the children who are suffering in the Gazian war

Authored and written by Joanne Chitwood