Somewhere in Somalia
A child stretches on the ground
It is not a sandy beach of Copacabana
But a hot, burning soil
Heated by the rage of a blazing Sun
I count 24 rib bones
Then almost 206 bones of his whole body
There is no muscle
I can’t find veins too
They are glued to his dried bones
Aside a vulture watches
In vain the body tries to move
The body tries to cry
There is no voice
Because there is no breath
© Jamala Safari, 26 July 2011
