No permanent place to sleep
Hunger, hunger my stomach complains
The mouth always dry
Bins are the sources of my food
Clothes are tattered and torn
When I cry for help , no one come to my rescue
Everyday I am always shouting
Begging in the city centre streets
Where the riches do their shopping
Sometimes I don’t
± ± ± ± because of weakness and hunger
They always scold me and neglect me
I walk barefooted
My teeth always dirt
My hair scruffy
No toothpaste and soap available
I use water from public places
My fellows go to school
Whilst I am busy walking in the streets
My relatives denied me
I am an opharn
I have no one to care for me
When I seek help from churches
They say we have no money
Public places are the source of water
I hope one day in my life
God will rescue me
From this bondage of poverty