Child Scavengers
I am alone
This is my life
I live and sleep on this hill
A hill made of it all
From grace to grass
And on this grass I feed in delight
For grace is vague to my sight
So vague, I do not yern for
Peers and I compete for the best piece of flit
Anxiously we await early in the morn
That which have been let down by golden haves
An enduring search on the biting sun
a times pays with hovering flies
As though it is thanksgiving
till I devour all
I am alone
This is my life
Survival is a must not need
There comes the scary nights
When sleep escapes from sight lids
For fear of an attack on my being
Acts of pleasure and wickness
by Lords of the hill
A height I yearn to attain
To gain with no pain
Snatch with no grudge
I am alone
This is my life
Do you hear me
Do you feel my pain
Can you feel my heart call
For echos of the night is near
Calling unto itself fear and terror
For noise of the day is near
Calling unto itself crushing labor against
un-quenching elements of God
I am alone
This is my life
I need your help, now!
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
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