I am Nuba!
The great warrior of the world.
My strengths are my mind and soul.
I walk as upright as an oak tree.
My muscles last forever under this tight skin.
Whose children are these? Who do these children belong to?
With no power to look over,
He look at them sleeping,
Exhaustion overwhelming hunger, barely
Protect with burlap from the cold
Cabin.... WHOSE CHILDREN ARE THESE? by Gearld Barrax.