“An African Child” – Reviewed

Born in affluence yet breathing
The worst of life situations.

Vulnerably surviving that living becomes
An acceptable option of whatever happens.

Our resilience and ingenuity, cheaply they Buried for streets selling and begging.

Life successes have become a thing of hope For many hanging on the discretion of few.

A night of sleeping as a child is greeted with
A day of hustling as a bread winner.

Our killing they cherished out of egotism for Political power.

In our taste has death in life fallen, but in our Strength we celebrate the day of the african Child.