Street Families Poem by Prince Kanokanga

Uncounted people
Unfamiliar populace
Nameless according to database
Street dwelling
Individuals.

Female or Male
Many would label them;
Walking corpses.

Shadow warriors,
Ever hustling for provisions
Fightingthe fight
It's their knowledge of survival.

The streets are littered,
Arrrggg those little vandals
Children in the streets
Painting the walls
One can only wash of their stolen paint
And paint their hearts
And colour in some joy.

What voluminous concealed screams,
Unmarked burial places
Their suffering
Torment and torture
Abuse and hatred
Alcohol to heal
Nightmares are their dreams.

Orators of uncouth remarks
If singled out and abused
Let's not;
Judge a book by its cover,
Street families in all countries exist
As tattered as the book may be;
It holds within it a unique story
A rare publication
Why not open the windows of our imagination
The eyes of our sensitivity
Many it's involuntary
Let us voluntary a hand
Take them off the streets
And give them a home
Mentor and guide them

Their imaginings never president or footballer
Doctor or lawyer
Many a times that of master robber
Prostitutes many become
Violent misdemeanour
Many are raped
Pregnant and used
We all have a story
Sometimes which best describes our glory
Give them one
In a form of a Testimony
Let them know a roof to covertheir heads
Let them run up a flight of stairs
Let them sing in a band
Let them wash
Give them a fresh towel
A brand new start
Inspireassistance and shape them.

Let them have an identity
Take hold of the opportunity
Take part in this new ministry