Poor Vargas Poem by Enoch Owusu Gyamfi

He was destined to the street,
So was raised by the sick society,
Pain and despair welcomed his feet,
Poor Vargas, living my dreams in anxiety.


No place to call as home,
All alone broke and hopeless,
Always in suspense of doom,
Poor Vargas, living restless.


No smiles in a long while,
Lost at the seas of better life by million miles,
Soul in deep struggling to arise,
Oh! poor Vargas, why the streets my paradise.