Orphan

He cries
But no one is there
No one to comfort him
No one to care

Hes heard it often
Orphan!Orphan!Orphan!
It lingers on the tip of
Each tounge

And yet as he puts
out his scarred palm
they look beyond him

He pains
But no one is there
No one to comfort him
Through the rains

His belly is swollen
and it roars like a beast
He can't remember,
when last did he eat?

His skin is dry
and scaley tormented by the sun
His feet are bruised
As though on coal they have run

He hides in little corners
And homes these very sites
His neighbours often
Mosquitoes, worms and termites

He fears
But no one is there
No one to comfort him
And dry his tears

He leads a lonely life
deserted and destroyed
when did he become a man?
was he ever a boy?

He slumbers in drenches
He knows the smell of waste
He k\nows no fences
For him life has no taste

He screams
But no one is there
No one to hear him
No one to care