THE STREET URCHIN'S DIARY

PART TWO

i want to tell you my story
but promise me for me you wont feel sorry
because i hate it when i think of my past
when someone showed me charity which did not last
i never told you my name
even though it may be quite lame
my name is Bombi
in this streets, my home i am a zombie
i want to tell you my past
that did make my heart burst
and left me heartless
coz to survive  here u need to be fearless
i still recall that day
the day  a prize i had to pay
for a sin i did not commit
but now i had to struggle to make ends meet
i remember the wails
the cries
the turmoil
turbulent times
the fire
i had one word to describe all ,CHAOS
it was more hostile than the star wars
it was on a night i still remember
i had a family that i was a member
but not until they knocked the door
i was still young i cried my eyes sore
i watched, the perpetrators
as they changed my life's status
crude weapon in hand
ready to send us down into the sand
as i sat on my mother's lap that night
my heart filled with fright
i knew all will  never ever be well
it was no heaven, no it was earthly hell

..... *to be continued*..........