African Child

My little brother,
I sympathize.
The hand across your nose,
The sniffs
All remind me that you
Behold me with tear-filled eyes.
But what can I do;
I am not liberated yet myself,
Can I help you?
It is your leaders you must look at;
It is they who have slapped you
Across the mouth,
Exhanged you for money;
Taken your share of
All there is.
I despair at you enfant -
Will tomorow be a better day?