Homeless Boy
I come from nowhere,
yes they say
That I wander like cirrus above their hair
And my feet on ground from a day to a day
With out something under them to care
And all I do I stand closely besides the road
And I let my self wholly in their glare
And I wait for mercy to come from the crowd
From those who know people who walk bare
There I stand slim like a stretched thread
And lay my hands across the air
To let them know I’m the people in need
Of their sympathy, love and pocket share
But all they see in me as they pass by
“Look at that rubbish heaping there”
poem by Asiimwe Simon
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