A Poor Man's Child Poem by Haruna Akuma

A tattered barefoot lad, ragged in clothes, and his unblinking eyes, shaded by a wide
bamboo hat,

A poor man's child and his barren dreams
veiling his heart with tattered hopes,

His virility, possessed by spirits of the partial air,
His body, weighed-down by the forces of unfairness and injustice.

A poor man's child and his quest for success, Stand tiptoe on the misty mountain tops,

the crunch of sand under bare-feet with a
gleams of triumph in his eyes.

Arms folded squarely across his barrel chest,
Watching the wastrels flourish in his tortured moment.

Akuma
The Garden of Words