A bodyguard… that protects us from the line of fire…

As too many Mothers shield their babies from their predators, eager to misuse, and abuse them, behind the sweat factories, as we continue to see their Mother’s tears, as their babies hand out bags, newspapers, pieces of fruit, sleeping on the corner of the streets…

There is no race or colour that separates us … as he sat there this morning… surrounded in a blanket, rough after the rains, as he looked with his eyes smiling as he received the sunshine, soft, yellow, with a creamy texture and honey to comfort even the smallest child, lost, left and crying …

A bodyguard banana moment of sunshine as it rained …

By Natasha