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