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