Our Daily Bread
The streched begging bowl
Fate has dealt a harsh turn
The streets they do call home
Clean linen are but only stories
Hard pavement offers yet
But no comfort..
The future looks bleak
Hope is for the next meal
The street pastors sermons
Of a God they don't understand
Pray they do daily for a full tummy
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2018
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