DAYBREAK- Daniel Arkoh Fenyi

By Daniel Arkoh Fenyi 

As I open the door

Waking up from the floor

Where forty bodies lie

With no breast milk to suck

And no rod to correct

I look down to that tall road

Filled with dark hope, my office

Left to the mercy of mean human beings

Who refuse to give me my due

After carrying heavy loads on my back and head

Only few coins they drop

Food is not guaranteed

Shelter is not guaranteed

Fate determines what happens to me

They say the best comes from the ‘worst’

Though we are all strangers here

Some are treated as hosts

Food, shelter are guaranteed them

With the passing of months and years

Hope looms

We trust tomorrow to bring us a better life

Anticipating the day we will leave this street

Put on our suit and tie

And start a good life

With no formal education

It is just a mirage

But hardwork do not break bones

Am going to work hard to build an office

Where I can enter with suit and tie

They say, one doesn’t need education

He needs determination and dedication

Life is unfair

This is my share

And that’s the reality

But tomorrow, I’ll open the door again.