This death can't be fair
It has swept the world field
From the villages
The towns and palaces
I hear the voices of mourning
The young children are crying
Their parents have gone a journey
A journey with no return
I wonder who will take care of them
Some have left the breastfeeding
They cry for the best food
This fine morning, I met a little boy
During such a cold moment
Was tending a herd of cattle
I sympathized for what the little boy said
How he lived a painful life
Remember, he had no heavy clothes
To overcome the cold dew,
His parents went at age of two
He kept no little memories
The boy met a wild guardian
Who had no little mercy
Some days the boy slept hungry
While the rest stretched their bellies
Painfully, the boy did a heavy work
Paid by stroke of canes
And a sum of insults
I cursed it
The act of molesting this little angel
May those who do this
Disappear from the face of earth
And rest to wait for the last judgment.
This Journey Of No Return
Francis Omariba
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