If I am a street child.

Weeding through my depths last night.

A million though came bubbering through my mind.

If I was born on the street.

My share of rainbow will be in the dump.

My summer soltice will be in the waste.

If I fall sick, I must shiver all alone.

When other children run to school,
I will be yawning for food.

Now you see my reason to cry.

There will never be a happy day,
If I was born on the street.

If Santa reach me,
He will pass me by.

When I try to stop him,
He will chase me with stick.

You can now see my reason to wail.

There will never be a sunny day,
If I was born on the street.

When I am hungry, I am alone.
I must wipe my tears when I cry.

Stars are sorrowful when you watch from the dump.

How bright is moon light,
When you gaze from the orphanage.

You now see why I had to lay down my sleep.

There will always be unhappy day,
If I was a street child.

If I was born on the street,

My share of winter will be frost.

Like happy bears,
I must wonder Deep in the frost.

If I reach for you for clothes,
You will drive me away.

If I ask you for bread,
You will ask me to die.

You now see why I must sweep the moon away.

So that all of us will stay in darkness.

For there will never be a day,
If I was born on the street.

Love becomes love,
Only when she's given away.


Ezekiel Onoja Udedojo.