A journey begins with one step

Birds in the sky, ants on the ground, a journey begins with one step
White, black, green, yellow
His story began in the streets of Congo DRC
He was a teacher knew more than his ABC’s
With a degree that says most promising student of his class
Yet he falls lower than the lower class
He stares at his reflection in a broken glass
And sees pieces of what use to be his life
Yet this man looking back at him he does not recognise
It’s the man he use to be
Back when being alive required no fee
When he was the man his kids wanted to be like
Back when his wife and kids use to call him their pillar
How quick things turn

(picture was found on Goggle and is not work of the poet)

Tear drops to rivers that lead to oceans
Unknown beings that make everyday stories
All she ever wanted was to provide for her family
Help shed some of responsibilities on her mother’s aching back
So she takes a trip through cyber space to a world she does not know
A hero with no face, with only just a click, her hero comes along
Promising her the stars and the moon
So she believes him the hungry mouths she has to feed lives her with no option
With tears on her face a mother kisses her Daughter good bye
Makes her promise to come home soon
Days make ways to weeks which makes way for months and years
Her face is replaced by bank notes
She’s an inspiration to her community
Young South African girl from a small town makes it overseas
No one knows that just like her mother’s aching back her heart slowly dies
Each time she lays on her back and spreads her limbs
So she vows to never go home cuts off her roots
Like a lifeless tree she withers away
Her hands clutching to the smiles on the family portrait
And the empty hope that it was all worth something
For the thought of her mother seeing her like this
Kills her faster that the knowledge that she has full blown Aids
A journey begins with one step, where will your next step take you