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