It’s raging outside. Heavy winds and a storm brewing
I think about the little children in tents in unmiss.
They do not have shelter
They are afraid and terrified
And today, they will also be flooded.
It is unconscionable what we are putting ourselves through
Its unforgiveable that we have yet to find resolution
We have lost 800,000 people
Those not in the camps, hiding in the bush and swamps
These are the lost and unaccounted living
lacking food, shelter and at the mercy of water-borne diseases
the rain is not a blessing
‘Where are the people?’ a friend asks after visiting Malakal
town
Where are the people?
I ask, as I wonder where our sense of community lies
We are playing with our future.
