Life stuck on a edge
Young at tender age
Stranded on wrong path
Hatred he couldn’t understand
Notwithstanding his stressed mind
When dad declined the truth
Poor child disowned by his dad
When dad neglected his own blood
Sent him away from his family
When all was said and done
His refuge was in the town
The boy went to live in the city
Trench food was good for him
Tracing expired bread was a dream
Overnights in the cold and rainy
Bullied and beaten, as a welcome
Coping with life was cumbersome
Until it was all, enough games to play
He fought to win and lose
New members were taught rules
Stories were brief and simple
Cop’s dogs were rough on them
They frightened them time to time
Everyone escaped, not be an example
Street life was hard and tough
Not even water to drink was enough
Still hot target of violence and crime
©2019/12/28
The street life.Actually life in trench town is is a very miserable life.Full of painful experiences.Thanks admin for publishing this beautiful poem written in Gamo style originating from Ethiopia.