Vulnerability Isn'T a Curse

Born into this world, my opinion never mattered Had no voice yet today my tears flow like a stream Born into hardship and poverty, its no fault of mine No need to ask my pains... for the fast receding of my flesh showcasing my bones tells my story Most times I feel its punishment for what I know not... but I look around and see thousands just like me Without food nor water Without clothes nor a place to call home Without light in sight... I wonder if God exists Holy books talking of His love for us and I wonder if i have been forsaken If we have been condemned to hell on earth for reasons unknown If we are being punished for breathing Who is to blame; society or poverty In a heartless society, a few of heart still exist Not all take delight in the sufferings of others Where as others choose to condemn, a few choose to redeem Giving back hope and life to people rejected by all, they go the extra mile A father to the orphan who society abandoned A husband to the widow whose world came to a halt, still grieving, she was chased away The only shoulder that old woman needed before being pushed to the wicked grips of camps supposed for witches Genuinely on the course of humanity, he invests his sweat An investment seeking smiles as profit A believe in the betterment of life, an umbrella of love hope and care is spread   Society can never be perfect but none deserves its Cruelty It doesn't take much to touch lives but only a few do Cheers to the few Having gone days without food, I know what it means to have a saviour. Indeed you are a man of the people A king for all and heart for good It warms our heart to know; despite being an orphan despite living in poverty despite being widowed and the pains of accusations Our lives still means something Giving us hope and a reason to live, we say THANK YOU Thank You for not making vulnerable a curse Naa Tia Foundation Without doubt is the reason behind my smiles and shot at life