Orphan Chick Poem by Moto Wamwanga

We're, her and I, like air, impalpable
And, like fire, really untouchable! !
We are, you'll accept it, as invisible
As a sound but, like cold, perceptible.

We are a divine orphan chick,
Her and I. From very young age
We've been taught by the nature
How to avoid dangerous creature,

To get healed when we're sick
And wore extreme courage
When one of us tends to be weak,
Stressed out and tries to get rage.

We're, her and I, like air, impalpable
And, like fire, really untouchable! !
We are, you'll accept it, as invisible
As a sound but, like cold, perceptible.

We are those african orphan
Chicks that our small bones
Are incredibly irons or stones.
The nature shown us how we can

Hide under dead leaves, sand,
Under woods, tree's roots and
In the house to escape
From sparrowhawks that rape,

And kill fool chicks, and from any
Other bird of prey, snakes and many
More. We were raised up by the storm,
Don't you get it, you bird of prey?
We were educated by cold and warm
Temperature, and rain. We obey

Nature and Divine's commandments
Regardless pains and torments
Of hard life, despite
Continuous and rough fight.

We're, her and I, like air, impalpable
And, like fire, really untouchable! !
We are, you'll accept it, as invisible
As a sound but, like cold, perceptible.

Why, indeed, do you keep hunting
Us in our daily dreams?
Why do you chase us in our streams?
You're hunting us physically,

Morally and even spiritually.
You work hard to rubber your blood,
Why do you believe that it is good?
It is a shame! ! ! It is disgusting! ! !

We're, her and I, like air, impalpable
And, like fire, really untouchable! !
We are, you'll accept it, as invisible
As a sound but, like cold, perceptible.

'Cause stars are our compagnions
That hear our cries and pardons.
The moon is our eyes and guide,

The sun our spy. What's a pride!
The atmosphere is our instructor
And the wind is our best doctor.

We're, her and I, like air, impalpable
And, like fire, really untouchable! !
We are, you'll accept it, as invisible
As a sound but, like cold, perceptible.

To you P. A.