JEREMIAD 'THE ORPHAN TEARS' BY GABRIEL S. WEAH.
Where are our parents?
Where is the womb of our flesh?
Where are the graves to testify,
we had parents?
Why do lamentations salute us?
The sentiment of this world is confusing;
having food is like hell,
What more about buying a slipper!
Day and night,
the dumpsites are our shopping centers,
as wrecks are our best suits.
After covering miles,
some bath us with dishes water,
as others cherish us with sour food.
Why only the orphans?
Why agony and solitude defined us?
We prayed all night,
when shall our prayers
build the block of life?
Why our faces are the mother's deal of sorrow?
When shall joy welcome us?
O, God! Wipe the affliction of our faces.
©Gabriel S. Weah_ Liberia 🇱🇷🙏🏼🙏🏼🖊
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The bard laments over the poor treatments of orphans in a society, which name is not let out to the readers. He uses various rhetorical questions and wants to know when these orphans, would be given a good life.
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