A Street Child

March 22, 2024

On the street like a statue she stands all day long, Njala Abwana please help is her daily song. Dressed in rags, the sun rises and sets in it's pivot circles No one has a heart, perhaps they're heartless. She has no pride to swalllow, nor a mother to follow. With no dreams to chase, she never sleeps Call her names, no one cares She knows no relationship, only with a dirty bin chasing flies At crossroads she stands, no one points a way.

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AbdulhakeemMar 22, 2024

As a young Malawian man raised in the city of Lilongwe, I've noticed and come across the dangers children face as they live and spend their entire time on the streets.This is due to loss of loved one, poverty, among other reasons. This forced me to write this peace (still writing) in order to address the challenges these kids face while they try to make ends meet.