Orphan Child Poem by Yassar Ali

He's out in the cold
With no-one to hold
Its just another day
Without a place to stay
Barely covered from head to toe
Knocking for food door to door
Without food and water he’s dying
Sitting on his own he starts crying
Nobody there to comfort the poor guy
They probably wouldn’t notice if he did die
Thinking of the past he silently starts to cry
Still doesn’t catch the attention of the passer by
His life became a nightmare overnight
Yet he still stands for what’s right
He’s never looked at nor taken what’s not his
Neither does he crave gossip or showbiz
He’s not the only one, there’s many of his kind
Yet most of them aren’t noticed by mankind
Who’s going to hold him when he cries?
Who’s going to be there when he dies?