Children From The Streets Poem by Favour Chinemerem Ugwumba

Young we are
our stories we don't know
our origin we fight to educe
the world has made us intrepid
we are now mandated to beg
survival is all we seek
we are not maniacs
we are just children
without love, care and a home
believed to be otiose
if only we could be loved
if only we could be accepted
if only we could be helped
but no!
everyone thinks we are bad omen
our fate lies in your hands

We dance to the rhythm
of sadness
the song of sorrow is the music
on our lips
in our journey to be accepted
we live under the bridges
and every corner of the street
we are homeless but not
hopeless
convivial atmosphere we need
free from inhuman condition
Destiny has made us poor
Life has made us wretched
Fate has made us beggars
but as utopians
we know that time will change
our uselessful life

We dream to be doctors
we wish to be orators
give us the chance to be
what we want to be
take us, help us and love us
life can be fun
but with our wretched lifestyle
we can't be anything good
our best clothes are the rags
of the rich
our best shoes are our legs
save us!
we are not far from you
we are you friends
begging anything and everything
for we are nothing less
than the children from the corners
of your street
who seek food, care, love and
a home.