...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
"Dan Almajiri na mata dodon tsaki"
Meals sought with his pride...
Of which he has none
Months go by bathless
As his body stench odours
Turning to appeals, upward
Making the heavens sneeze
Down pouring drowning rain
Showering showers on bodies
That want not its soaking effect
Raising scum like yeasted dough
Roofing dwellings of lice in rows
So, most scratch an itch that itches.
"Dan Almajiri na mata dodon tsaki"
Meals sought with his pride...
Of which he has none
Months go by bathless
As his body stench odours
Turning to appeals, upward
Making the heavens sneeze
Down pouring drowning rain
Showering showers on bodies
That want not its soaking effect
Raising scum like yeasted dough
Roofing dwellings of lice in rows
So, most scratch an itch that itches.
Barefooted he walks the earth
Daring the scorching sun
To do its worst.
Yes sun, burn soles
Of a burned soul,
In a born mole, pitied.
Gift him mercies or slip-ons
They get stolen
Where he sleeps on
Alone or in group he chants
A beggar song from aye
Disrespecting privacy at will
Invading tete-a-tetes with brays
Careless of the times he prays
Few care about rudeness
Neglect or niggardly giving
At the end of the day
You go your way, Almajiri same
While this, unfortunately goes on.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
Daring the scorching sun
To do its worst.
Yes sun, burn soles
Of a burned soul,
In a born mole, pitied.
Gift him mercies or slip-ons
They get stolen
Where he sleeps on
Alone or in group he chants
A beggar song from aye
Disrespecting privacy at will
Invading tete-a-tetes with brays
Careless of the times he prays
Few care about rudeness
Neglect or niggardly giving
At the end of the day
You go your way, Almajiri same
While this, unfortunately goes on.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
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