African Child! African Child! ! Poem by Adeniyi Jnr Adetinji

Poverty like a spare that penetrate the body of a warrior and make him weak during battle, at its most extreme form is destitution.
Trying to survive without their most basic needs accounted for, an I cannot begin to imagine a path full of thorns sours and scares that cycle continually.
Observed the external pains from others and persist to move on like a rain drop fall from the sky and reachs the ground.
I developed wings aspiration of education, which makes early maturity in self -discipline and search for identity.
My thoughts was troubled like an ocean wave, winds of wholesome spirit of cooperation and dependence on one another as fruits attached to branches.
Adeniyi Jnr.