The Orphan
An innocent cry
A desperate Cry
All imbibed in one
Beautiful God's creation
Blessed to be born
An abandoned baby
Barely one
All alone in the face of famine
No one to call mother
No man to name father
No food to eat
No water to quench the fire of thirst
Stranded all alone in a barren land
Helpless and lonely
Malnourished and unkept
Legs and hands more like a bamboo stick
Veins struggling to carry weak blood
Oh God! What more can i say?
My heart is weak with the mere thought of it
I cannot think it
Nor dream it
A brand new dawn
A vampire vulture arrives
Waiting patiently
Eager to end its hunger!
Weeping I screamed 'God save a soul'
And next
A loud wail
Why oh lord should the innocent cry?
Life is a mystery
Copyright © Chioma Onyekaba | Year Posted 2014
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