HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS In the words of Agu 'I saw terrible things' A rage of angry battalions Exasperated they came with no mercy Razing off our zone of comfy. This is war full of hatred Who will save me? I'm still sacred In the ocean of blood, I could see my kith and kin The sparks of fire that soar has behead their souls. Here I am as a waif With my heavy bag I cried lonely In the middle of my native street. All nights, It became part of my existence The anopheles under the bridge Bag packs laid on stinks With endurance The night inject me with cold and no cozy. All days, I moved on with my burden Crying and begging shamefully For alms I was never socialized with Inevitable for me Necessary part of my society. Dear Angels of the heavens gate Find me in the middle of the deads A sign of breathing is st...