ANOTHER MAN’S CHILD

He is always tossed about by the windstorm of our anger; he walks tirelessly finding where he left his unfortunate dream. He bears the miscreant tag for being under privileged & he nothing more than a stray nursing dog which feeds on the refuse dump of our lives.

He is another man’s child cladded in a faded mind & he has no right to dream of suit & tie it doesn’t befit him! He is another man’s son who has discoloured the skies with his emergence & we don’t see the reason why our taxes should be given to him while there is a road to construct.

Whether the economy or his pauper status gets him killed ids not our worry; he is not our blood but another man’s child. He is a societal misfit & another school dropout, another man’s child with hardship christened as his middle name.

                                                                                                                                Kofi Flair @ 03/ 12/ 17