I met a good looking boy, dressed up in beautiful rags ( ooh !)
His face reflected colors of fears ,
I thought he had shining eyes but not , there were droplets of tears!
Forcing out so fierce like they were gaining gears!
But why?
There were stories behind every single drop of a 'tear '
So painful that you won't even want to hear!
That's why his tears had no even a single dot of fear ,
That's why they forced out like falling water streams of Victoria falls!
He lost his mom before the sun could beat his eyes! ( in a labor ward)
His papa followed his way before Mama close her eyes !!
So his new parents are the bushes and busy unholy streets!
His guardian angels are the crows who offers him fermented breads!
Papa's good home became the clan's campus ,
His farms fell into his brothers arms , ( and made it theirs)
So he is a stranger in his father's lands!
But a son of unholy streets!
Ooh!
What will you do if you meet the boy!
What will you do to resurrect the dead joy !
How will you prove to him that life carries some scents of glory,
Or you gonna say sorry and may the LORD give you another joy?
Noo!
I think you got some pretty answers,
Those which will plant some seeds of wo nders ,
Which gonna make a boy smile like he never tasted such fears !
It's tommorow then!
It's our turn brethren!
©joseph_s
J