HUNGRY LITTLE BOY by Chuks Obi
If only you looked at my side
You’d see that I am burning inside
If only you considered my plight
You’d see that I’ve never known light
My life has been a fight
For survival and for life
All I’ve known is strife
Please let a brother live
I never chose my parents
I never chose my fate
My life is full of talents
No platforms to display
I sit here in the trash cans
Praying for quails and manna
Dreaming of my late mama
Recalling her last stammer
To those with silver spoons
That glister like the moon
Won’t you spare a bite
Or help me reach my heights?
I thought I had a right to life
Conditions kill me everyday
At times like this
Death looks so good
For when I steal
You chase the thief
I land in thirst
A child that’s starving
Can have no rest
My refuge, the garbage
My bed, the grass
My rants are senseless
My sense is ranting
Christ died for me
To muslims and faithfuls
I pray so often
To the famous and great
Your pride is vague
For the truly great man
Is stirred by compassion
Rights and obligations
Of all constitutional chapters
Sections and subsections
A right to food
Is a right to life
A right to clothing
Is part of living
A right to shelter
Makes life worth living
I’m just a hungry little boy
Chuks Obi is a law student at the University of Ibadan. He writes poems that bring to light various issues affecting Africa with the aim of drawing public attention to them, thus, making the world a better place.
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