Give me Love and Shelter.

From a smell of putrefaction from a nearby garbage bin,
I sit awake realising that all which was in my viewing,
was imaginary and a daydream.
In my visions there is always an animation of a combination,
featuring my wishes in life.

I sit while my back leans on an old painted wall.
When it is daytime hunger strikes me,
When it is at night, cold sends missiles aganist my bare skin.
When it is the rainy season, I turn peripatetic.
Cardboards, plastics and the sun are my treasures.

I pray I wake up in an organised shelter and home.
As for parents known to be mine,
I have not yet dreamt of the way I would imagine
they were like or are like.
My eyes, ears, nose, tongue and limbs never sensed them.

To me this is not all on the plan of the One who
created me.
I require a shelter and love, I need a family and
a good company with good morals.
Not thuggery, drug addictions and prostitution
that I witness others doing each and everyday.
I require the three R's to stick to my brain.
I request to be considerated.
I do not require slavery.
I do request a volunteer.

I request security.
I require guideness.
I request your assistance for me to go forward.

I wish to desist from being a vagabond.
Give me love and shelter.
I am tired of eating rotten foods in garbage bins.
I wish to do things that help the society.
I am tired of seeing the world practising folly.

By Gerald Tapiwa Moyo

Dedicated to the world's less privileged and streetpeople.