Dad registered us in pains we never thought we worth
Mum birthed us in poverty that’s made our early days so sour
Families left us to self-battle our excruciating pains
Society allowed poverty to strike us with its unbearable cane.
Destiny and depression conspired against us in a severe manner
We wake up each day renewing our long-term hunger
Like a spider dipped in a poisonous ink,
Everyone left us to self-battle our fears and ordeal.
No roof for us under which we could have a fair rest
But open places where cold comes for our untold arrest
No available shoulders for us to lean on
No hands to pat our heads and make us feel loved.
Like other happy kids out there,
We also deserve a life devoid of tears
We also deserve hospitality that would return our lost hope
And quality Education that will guarantee us of a better tomorrow.
Dad, shall we forgive you for this stabbing strifes?
Mum, why birth us without proper plans preceeding our stilted lives?
Will our inner worms forgive you of hunger you’ve arrested them with?
Or our skins, that you’ve left prevailed over by galling rashes.