This ugly sight of yours
Knives my soft conscience
I wonder how fair it is to you
To carry this pandora's box
upon your unkempt hair
Basking under the street sun
Like a disowned being.
Not a single penny in your side purse
Not even a loaf to chew the days with,
So much haggles with passers-by
Everything is beyond your reach
But you still stand for the Anthem
Holding your slim self for the nation.
Chinedu Okezuonu (20th century) Nigeria
Source: VoicesNet
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