ORPHANS
What if there is a second chance?
Wouldn’t we wish to have parent?
Why do we even come to life?
The life that is filled with treachery and theft
Discrimination and inequality
We starve day and night,
And yet they lived in peace and harmony.
They broadcast fairly
Feeding us nutritious,
And balance diet.
But here we are eating grass!
And their leftovers
Is this how we will be drilling in agony?
At day break we would stay up in the hot sun
And at night in the open sky
When it’s raining, no shelter to hide our ugly head and soul.
We are treated as a beast has we had lived under open sky, brethren countless by the heavy rain!
Looking out for a philanthropist
A good heartened one at that.
No! None is available.
For the dancing tree had stopped,
Cause the drum seize to sound,
Making the heart to be saddened,
And the soul to be woe
No me! not even one in the countless soul,
the numerous heart,
to listen to our sober plea,
our yearning heart.
About the Creator
Amusan Aishat Abiodun
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