Street Kid Poem by STEPHEN IZEVBEKHAI

Street Kid

Rating: 4.0


He sat to reminisce
No brother to hold
No food to eat
No clothes that fits
No books to read
his future cloudy

Soon he jumps
Into the arm the hawk
Strict bully
Whips of an oppressor
Entrapped in a deceptive boot

Diminished emotions
faded esteem
Callous smiles
With companion arrivals
The trigger becomes his friends
In evil he soars

The alarm blew
In dire needs for survival
He knocks on your door
Your world insecure
The trigger he pulls
And a peaceful sleep disturbed

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The growing child needs care. Sometimes in the advent of circumstances, this care is lost and the child wallow in pains while in the streets. There he acquires evil and criminal traits.
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