Once born in the wildernessNever thought of light shining Your way

Once born in the wilderness
Never thought of light shining
Your way

Ouch!! God please send me
An Angel to come and rescue me
“Cries the homeless child”
What if I tell you to what extent
Is my happiness going to grow?

I have suffered since the time
My own mother almosts
Threw me away
In the pit latrine

Never thought of life because
Because it was like
I was not born to have life

Dear Mother, why cause so much
Suffering to your child?
Why turn this love
Into hatred?
For I was born to serve a purpose
Not to be served as a purpose
Do good as you can
Before good is returned.

The writer is a student at King David Academy

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