DEPRIVED NIGERIAN CHILD

Written by: opeyemi shittu

Slowly he rolls the tyre,
to and fro,
with his pants on,
Laughing with his other 
counterparts,
His dirty pants,
Shown in the noon,
Like a rag,
He saw his mother,
And shouted,
Mother!
Where is my father?
Where did he go?
when will he come back?
When will i wear a shirt?
When will i sleep on a bed?
When will there be light?
Where will there be water 
from our taps?