Eduardo Bosco Poet Narrative

The Dilemma of An African Child

- You want to know me ?

I am kissed by poverty at birth 
Our golden sun produces gold no more but heat
I am awaken daily to the crowing of guns 
The cock is gone and bullets are its alternative 

I am welcomed into this world as a sign of hope 
When our signs of hope today are taking us backwards 
My mama told me our generation had the key to success 
Unfortunately, we are married to frustration and depression 

- I don’t know me 

I am here and there, lost in the search for life’s meaning 
Life hits me hard I’m broken 
Like a broken mirror, Sending  incomplete images

I am introduced to a wrong identity from birth 
Everyone shows me that Europe and America is the ideal place to be 
So I’m wondering of all my friends and neighbors 
Who like me grew up seeing America and Europe as their new heaven 

- So here I am 

Trapped in a cage by life’s hunters 
My body like an aged person yearns to retire 
I am lost in the city of oblivion 
My soul I wish will find its way back home 

©?Eduardo De Bosco

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