For Neglected Young Minds.
By Lazola Pambo
Is it because I am young,
That my outcry falls on deaf ears?
Left to wander alone in this concrete jungle,
Alone with the cold of the night,
They call me a street kid,
Wrapped with black waste bags on the pavement.
They pity me for no reason,
Saying I was ill-disciplined and abandoned my family
Treating me like dirt,
Swirling down the slimy drain
If aliens exist, then I am part of that race,
Forsaken to beg on an empty stomach,
Unemployment is my name,
Is it because I am young,
That my courage is seen as being stupid?
Stranded to accept an inferior mind state
What good is a man,
Be he rich or middle class,
If he rejoices in the fate
Of a neglected young mind?
Poignant.
Very powerful.