Category : Poems

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Like an orphan;
With nowhere to call home,
In pain with no morphine, 
In the poor street, i live alone.

A lost soul called BOY;
Knows nothing neither toy nor joy,
No one cares if i go to school, 
What worth knowing to this perceived fool?

Abused, warned and chased away;
Close to their kids, should i dare to play?
I thought I'm not less human, anyway?
What matters the sand or the whitening clay?

No more would i linger past agony;
Only to learn from their insane tyranny, 
I'm human with flesh and running blood,
I'm born, raised and perhaps beloved.

I ain't a drone!