Oliver's ordeal was a nightmare of loneliness and numbing pain
Punished simply for being. unwanted, born an orphan in a raw world
From his first breath taken, an innocent being never to be warm again
His unknown mother took her own last breath, a voice never to be heard
A mere germ of inconvenience barely tolerated in an industrial vacuum
Poor Oliver just another scar on the filthy forgotten streets of survival
Always one missed bowl of watery soup away from merciful doom
Too hidden away from any errant ray of hope, alien to a gentle smile
His name of Twist was fitting in its fabrication, invented as a label
Pushed, torn, kicked and cast about, used and abused by humanity
A humanity seated here and there, the rich, the wretched at the table
Picking up scraps from down below, too low to even know poverty
Still, a sweetness shines through from Oliver Twist to the dear reader
In darkest gloom we suffer with him, our heart is opened with the page
Therein lies the hope for all good people, for Oliver was a believer
Such is the beauty of this dear child in a world so cynical and depraved
Humanity seated here and there to take care of poverty to alleviate. This is very interesting and thought provoking poem shared on really. Fantastic presentation.10
This is awesome. Oliver Twist is not just a charater in a novel. He is every poor child who has to struggle for survival in a crude world. Though i havent read the book but i feel you have summed it all up in this superb poem. It reminds me of other works of Dickens. You sure capture the feel n essence of the original. Every reader of Dickens must find it evocative.
You tell the tale so well. Oliver is one of those children that we all know in our own little way and of course the story has touched us all, as this poor orphan child tries to just survive. He has the guts to ask for more which sets him apart from any of the other boys. A wonderful story Eddie. Thanks for sharing. Once again a very well deserved 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Charles Dickens would be delighted to find a reader so sensitive to the plight of little Oliver Twist. There are thousands of little Olivers in our society- may we be kind and attentive to the needs of others.