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FORGOTTEN – A POEM BY KELVIN OSAWE

to all the unfortunate children in the world, they deserve a voice.


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When its dark,
Who put the lights out?

Father!, mother!
Echoes roundabout.

In the streets of immorality
I am the abomination…

I am the offspring of enmity,
A victim of segregation.

Who hears my voice?

Do not find me,
Remember me.

I am not lost,
I am forgotten.

When it rains,
Who waters the clouds?

Sister!, brother!
Echoes roundabout.

In the home of sinfulness
I am unrighteous,

I am the child of bitterness
A victim of desolation.

Who hears my voice?

Do not find me,
Remember me

I am not lost,
I am forgotten

A bastard born,
An unwanted seed

Men!, women!
beat the drums.
Echoes roundabout

In the stream of uncleanliness
I am the contamination

I am the offspring of fornication
the victim of a failed abortion.

Who hears my voice?

Do not find me,
Remember me

I am not lost,
I am forgotten.

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