When marketplace loses her voices
To the loud silence of cold night
And lovers share warmth of paradise
Upon beautiful cosy couches,
Open your windows and see them
The lonely crowd:
Dwellers of desert underbridges
Scorched, and rejected at noon
Drenched in dutiful rain at eve
Shivered in rugged rags till morn
And same goes in circle
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The lonely crowd:
Campers on field behind our cities
Survivors of wars and flight
But yet landed in wars for survival:
Penny to live, papers for acceptance
At there, where pastures are green
The lonely crowd:
The little ones of no traceable root
Dumped by the roadside of fate
Or those whose roots have no power
But are on the world’s arm for care
The world moves forward,
And they all follow her footprints.
At morn, they move on with their days
Hoping someday, a better day will arrive
They’re homeless but not hopeless!
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi
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