The Orphan Poem by Zibele Mbete

As I Walt down township street
I saw living creature in road pits
Now the story begins
It hurts to be a human being

He once had a mother and father
He played wit h pats and other
Always happiness, no need to gather
He once had a brother
Life is so unfair

He once had a home
He experienced parents' sweet tone
Sweetness, happiness, no frown
He once felt like a king with imperishable crown
Life is so unfair

All that is gone
His life is doom done
All is fine
It's jst a matter of time
Life is so unfair

Dark cloud doomed his potential
He doesn't know his credentials
Everyday is a crying day
Seemingly, there's no way
Life is so unfair

If God exist, why him?
If God insist, why is this the case?
If its time, why this pace?
Philosophers portrayed that there's no orphan
But why him?
His chicks are flooded by tears
His heart is eroded by blood
Life is so unfair

He has memories of back then
He doesn't cry because he can
But his heart is bleeding

God have mercy
He has blood and flesh
But his life is a potato mash.
He only posses hope.
Prosperity, nope