CRY OF AN ORPHAN
Death call took away my father
My education stopped that I can't further
My mother too was brutally murdered
With intimidation feelings I was attacked.
I was trying to work hard
Maybe I can still survive
Then I knew the works of parent
When I'm still under their tent.
Gradually, my look got roughed
No strength to get all what I wanted
I lived with dry tears on my face
In this, I find no way to escape.
My friends are in school
My situation make me look like a fool
Every minute I'm crying
Cause I knew I'm trying.
No more father
Neither mother
Home became hell
I'm without shelter.
Oh Lord, why me?
To whom, now, will I belong to?
When night comes,
Where should I pitch my tent?
_LUCASJOSHUA.
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