Njuguna PM.

Freshman - 574 Points (03/12/1991 / eldoret)

Steet Son - Poem by Njuguna PM.

Authorities wipes me off the streets
yet my life and grave is this
This my father, my mother, my brother.
no man's son for I am.

This my paradise and home and castle
on its corridors rests my bed in cold
and in towns dust bin I shop
and school's a tale to me.

Out of victory on rage I and vultures and swine
I nutrition on remnant carcasses at dump site
and tarmac barefooted in ubiquitous swaddles.

Humans despises my discarded aroma
even after bath on street streams
and 'bustard' me on a plea for piece of pea.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 19, 2012

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