The sun peeps over the horizon
And reflects its bright colored hues
The gleaming sun brightens the world
And suffocates me to the full.
The cement on the sidewalks,
Has made me stiff as a bone.
The ultraviolet rays gleam on my face
Makes me wake up to the unrealistic world
To face poverty all over again.
I am all alone in this world
My parents I do not know
I was raised up in a home for orphans
And thrown up last year because I was too old
Two and a half years I suffered.,
Now I have suffered more than enough
I am ready for a change, when will that happen.
When merciless people dominate
and don’t care about me a cent?
When I wake up, every morning
I see children of my age go to a glorious world called School
Where they receive the education.
Whereas I receive none.
I lie on the streets begging from people
Something I despise to do.
But, was born that way
I cannot erase that black mark; what else can I have mercy on me, and pity us orphans some more.
Not by throwing a coin or two
Visit the home for orphans and stranded children.
Think of the children who dream of the joys
Which you hold your hands.
Waiting, lying the streets
Hoping to be taken in.
To receive all comforts
Not lying in the streets homeless, penniless.
Appealing mercifully to you…..