Destitute Lover


(Image by M. Murori)


Left to fend for ourselves
For our own protection and love
We’ll never know love again since that Sunday morning
We parted with their warmth and care on that fateful day.
In an island of loneliness. A winter of emotions
Burying our skins in the sand for cover
Scattered all over the place with nowhere to call home
They said we had to learn to survive. And fight on our own.
Destitute-motherless children
They died when they closed that door on us
Left us cold as the morning dew
Scavenging in the streets for food


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