A Sad African Tale Poem by emmanuel akor

born with no silver spoon in my mouth
and cried in the dark with no light
not even the moon to brighten that night
a candle light with insects to welcome my sight
grew with nobody to erase me of my plight
this was nothing that i could fight
maybe i could if i had zeus might

if i had wings like a tori
i would fly like a kite
out of my pain and misery
nothing to smile at
my face always scary
my life has been such a sad story
i only hope to see God's glory