HOW ARE THEY?

CHILDREN IN NEED

The rude visitations of the rains

Touch my sanes

What becomes of

Those with unsheltered homes?

What happens to

Those with no mother’s arms?

Who tends to

Those with no towels of comfort,

Who feeds

Those who live from hand to mouth?

I weep watching their plight in my mind

Cooped in corners,

Hugging own legs,

Rain gutting the land on their skins as they shiver

With hunger gunning their stomachs

Do the eyes of the street see them?

Do the ears of the world hear them?

Can the mouth of the earth speak for them?

The nose of the slums sniff them, that I know

And knowing is like a thousand knives

Piercing my mind

Because I was part of their kingdom

Before the hands of years stretched

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, children, DESTITUTION, POETRY., POVERTY

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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