CRIES OF AN ORPHAN

In such a friendless situation,seeing the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street like bodies in an open grave
Children are suffering,love and pain becomes one and the same,only in the eyes of a wounded child
Pining for a much better quality of life,
Opened to great suffering and pain.
Violence and hate, Society's disdain
It cause us pain
Our brothers die of hunger
Wealth is stealing and enslaving our daughters

We say, the World has advanced in many ways,
But poverty still reigns
Our brothers went to war even at realizing each day is a loosing battle.
Trampled by the powerful,frowned upon and killed in battle.
Our youths strive to survive, Many has been denied of employments
We can't pay the bills in time
So in return, we do crime.

Yet, always wondering how long will it last
It's killing us and feeding on our flesh bit by bit, day by day
Ladies wanting wealth and not adoration
The governance dying inside confusion
The citizens wailing in pain
Poverty still govern over us
We've lost our self esteem
Humanitarians!! Awake and arise from your slumber
When will this pain come to an end?
What could be done to relief us of this pain??

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