THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE

I was born on the other side Of life, Where babies don't cry But gnash their teeth, In an attempted feat To stand the great heat Of multitudes clustering Under one hut. Yea!,a gnashing of teeth In an attempted feat, To stand the great heat Of the sun. Hawking underneath it, As into their marrows It sucks,dries and burns. I was born on the other Side of life, There,where the hopes Of tomorrow thrives, On the yield of mothers strive There,on her daily hikes, To live as mother and wife, In thirst and hunger strikes To see that her children feeds Amid their millions of pressing needs. Yea!,on the yields of mothers strive, Searching like scavengers From trash to bins, Giving her precious life, That we,whom to her were More precious;might live. I was born on the other side Of life, Where children don't smile, Their best but a sigh. Born without a silver spoon, To eat but once in a new moon. Yea! Born without a smile, My best was but a sigh For my dreams soared Far so high, Way beyond my reach In the sky. Yea! I was born on the other Side of life Of dreams never coming through Of peace but for a rare few On that line where lies Not my queue. Yea! I was born on the Other side of life There filled with pains Like the sting of a full hive Yea! The other side of life Where only the God favoured Few can survive.