Children Of The Slums Poem by Rii Abela
Children Of The Slums
Imagine waking up on a filthy, uneven floor -
light coming solely through the flimsy wooden wall.
Imagine trudging through the mud barefoot -
mud merged with remnants of God knows who.
Imagine breathing in thick layers of sooty dust -
the colors sullen, lifeless and dull.
Imagine smelling the scent of faeces and decay,
of diseases and of death every single day.
Imagine your belly gurgling with hunger and distraught,
sniffing glue - the only way to delude.
Imagine walking on rickety bridges -
a step amiss and drown you will in these murky watery ditches.
Imagine wearing the same old rags - all tattered and torn,
being beaten and battered, no rights of which to call your own.
Imagine having silly daydreams of going to school
but there's not a penny to spare - not even for a worn-out book.
But alas, imagine no more for such children exist,
with ghosts clouding their starry dreams
And death hanging heavy upon their tiny, little feet.
A nice poem with powerful message to humanity. I like the articulation of the poem and the insight as it captured the deplorable condition of existence in slumps. ghettos, squatter camps etc. Your poem brings to limelight the lowest ebb of life unimaginable by so many living in the so called developed countries. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
I don't think that anybody else could have portrayed the wretchedness of life of slum dwellers as realistically as has been done by you. You deserve 10 out of 10. I have placed this poem as my favorite. Wish you all the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:53:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
imagine wearing the same old rags - all tattered and torn, being beaten and battered, no rights of which to call your own. how very true a poem of the terrible facts of life of slum dwellers. this is all true and wonderfully crafted poem to point out the sufferings of those who live. whatever we can do to alleviate their sufferings we have to do. God bless you for writing such a poem and making all the readers aware of the harsh realities of life. thank you. tony