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THE SONG OF A STREET CHILD

The Song Of Street Child

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Condemned to life in the streets
Forced to stand on my feet
I make my home in urban slums
And find myself in the midst of hoodlums

With sticks and stones I’m chased away
I roam from place to place day after day
My plight, no one is willing to listen
With unwholesome tears, my eyes glisten

No home, no food, no education
Why was I a part of God’s creation?
The other children laugh me to scorn
Cos my future is like that of rotten corn

Overwhelmed by a deep sense of hopelessness
For my life is nothing but an absolute mess
Since no one’s willing to give me a dime
I am not to blame if I resort to crime

Written by: Saviour Iz Otubelu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

Comments(4)

  1. Reply
    OLADELE MICHAEL.I says

    Nice one.
    ……crime isnt d best….

    • Reply
      Kukogho Iruesiri Samson says

      yes

  2. Reply
    kgbethlehem says

    very nice poetry..

    • Reply
      Kukogho Iruesiri Samson says

      thank you

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