Once born in the wildernessNever thought of light shining Your way Ouch!! God please send meAn 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 timeMy own mother almostsThrew 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 muchSuffering to your child?Why turn this loveInto hatred?For I was born to serve a purposeNot to be served as a purposeDo good as you canBefore good is returned. The writer is a student at King David Academy
