...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
The Almajiri - a street urchin
Born by man, thorn to society...
He stands like a piece of stain
A dirt smear on pure whiteness
Seen from afar, disdained by all
Except a few, desirous of exploit
A plague avoided in droves
Touched not, except with gloves
First by who should never have
As others too kowtow in the flow
Even bastards get better treated
For what crime is he, the Almajiri
So punished, so sentenced to waste?
The Almajiri - a street urchin
Born by man, thorn to society...
He stands like a piece of stain
A dirt smear on pure whiteness
Seen from afar, disdained by all
Except a few, desirous of exploit
A plague avoided in droves
Touched not, except with gloves
First by who should never have
As others too kowtow in the flow
Even bastards get better treated
For what crime is he, the Almajiri
So punished, so sentenced to waste?
His looks, devoid of confidence
He knows nuisance is his presence
Detested by most like a scoundrel
How much he wants it all to change
The hollow look of eyes desolated
Within love and affluence, isolated
Displayed and showered on others
No less human or immortal than he
Yet, he bears with patience
Rivers, oceans of societal grudges
As he gets labelled dreaded names
Such as Nuisance to society
A wasted opportunity
That must be tolerated
As a self punishment
For negligence by a system
Guilt hunted, so visiting an Opus De.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
He knows nuisance is his presence
Detested by most like a scoundrel
How much he wants it all to change
The hollow look of eyes desolated
Within love and affluence, isolated
Displayed and showered on others
No less human or immortal than he
Yet, he bears with patience
Rivers, oceans of societal grudges
As he gets labelled dreaded names
Such as Nuisance to society
A wasted opportunity
That must be tolerated
As a self punishment
For negligence by a system
Guilt hunted, so visiting an Opus De.
(c)2016 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved
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