Children Of The Sahara Poem by Thompson Emate

Children of the Sahara,
Basking in the sun,
Singing and playing,
They do not worry about tomorrow.

Children of the Sahara,
Nature has given them a song to sing,
It placed the melody in their hearts,
And conducts the rhythm.

Children of the Sahara,
Strolling across the dry seas,
Hope drives them forward,
Depravity threads their day.

Children of the Sahara,
Stars in the night sky,
Cloaked by their sufferings,
Their happy faces are merely a mask.

Children of the Sahara,
Living in makeshift tents,
They ask questions to know the purpose of their existence,
They're like ours but without privilege.