Slumdogs Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

Like waifs and strays,
They roam the streets with naked emotions.
Dirty, hungry and ambitious,
They prowl the neighbourhood
Scavenging the dustbins of the rich folks,
In search of life so elusive,
They waste vital childhood energy.

The headmaster will not allow them in school,
The government will not give them free education.
A life so innocent and sweet is wasted in the street.

The society is a travesty of emotions,
The government is filled with consummate looters.
Who will fight for them! Who will set them on high?

This battle, they must overcome!
We must push them to triumph,
The newscaster will announce their achievement
By sunrise,
The newspapers will call them patriots.
Radio, Television, play them some sweet rhythm,
Give them honour.
Call them our future, call them our destiny.

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