Conceived into a world uncircumcised
A heart primed from the gratitude's of life
The whole essence of life soaked on the street
Shelter a luxury many years deprived
On the roof of time, the wind of hope fades
Family and friends lost and gone
Love deprived of her countenance
Pertinence subdued by disease and poverty
Denuded of a taste of well-being
Walking through the sidewalk in the dark
Soul striving to justify fate yet reside
With man wandering a thousand miles
Weary, thirsty, hungry, lost and cast out
Vagabond stood
holding life in his hand
Confused if being alive or dead can be justified
Or will life go round in a circle until man is wiped out of
the sky
All Right Reserved (c) Akan E. Udofia 2015
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