TO THE CHILD THAT BELONGS TO NO ONE

To the child that belongs to no one.
You child, are society's gift to ridicule,
Or how can I say it?
You are a misfit

Like water running in a gutter,
You have been laid for the tunnel.
You scratch your head to make ends meet...
But Child, who knows you?

The other day, your very blood reminded you of where you belong...or your lack of it.
We from the mushroom clan have very little room for you from the Egret clan.
Oh, I forget child...you are a child of an affair!
Not a fair place to make claim.

To the child given to society,
You'll become something
 If life is fair enough...
And nothing if the odds stay out of your favour.

You'll apply for a job,
And Tuhwereza will get it to a boss called Tushabe
You'll then think of "greener pastures"
But you see, your dollar value is only but some few cents you picked at a hotel lobby.
I hear the banks don't even change small notes!
So child, you'll be stuck in a society that is home to children with better ancestry.

To the child that belongs to no one,
Your demise is only but something to write about.