Story of a Black Orphan
He was birthed into a country
A home cemented with several crises;
Food, water, money, electricity, road,
health and education
He lives in a small house
A house where electricity frowns day
and night,
And drinking water is clothed with
millions of diseases
At every corner of the street
He begs to ease the pains of his stomach
Crawling bitterly on his knees while his friends dine at Diana restaurant
He makes love with sorrows
Romances sadness until she births frustration
And his forehead speaks messages
of pains and abject poverty
He's lost in a scattered field
Cause his beautiful lips are dried
Not even a drop of a holy communion
has touched his tongue
Now, he is thrown between rusty bars
To survive or to get drowned
For his mind is captured with fears
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