Motherless Child Poem by Bakary S. Sonko

As I sat watching them eat
Tears plummeting out of my eyes
Running down on my chins
With little energy to wipe it dry

As hunger is about to slain me
How I wish my parents were alive
Working on the field
The sun rouses on my forehead

And setting splashing on my back
Covered in mud
Stinking on my underwear
My palm as hard as a nut

My face swollen by the bites of the flies
Yet I chose not to complain
For I am an orphan
My crime is the death of my parents