Am an orphan!
A product of death
Who survived traumatic experience
Name called
And lost my target
Noone can dispute it!
I am a delicate orphan
When friends boast of their fathers,
I choose to frown
Noone explained to me
Mine was as a result of mine
Hunting to feed me
Dead before sunset
Noone brought the spoils
And am scared!
The shaft!
A death trap
The horrors!
I can’t re-imagine the effect of blast
He was nomore
Death added more
I a real orphan
Nothing to offer!
Pity my mother
A widow still fresh
There is no father!
Teachers have double duty
No food, no sheĺter, no family
Am a real low esteemed orphan!
