Wednesday 7 January 2015

URCHIN (POEM)

******** URCHIN ********

Society calls us urchins.
They call us brutish and mean.
Some say we are Area boys,
We hate it, but have no choice.

They that bore us in hamlets dwell,
The city is filled, an overflowing well,
Youthful muscles have no use,
And now, we swallow societal abuse.

Society calls us urchins,
They say we cannot win.
Without hope or skill,
Why bother when we kill?

Written by KUNLE OMOPE.

photo from google.com

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