The Reject

He fed himself on kitchen scrapes,which he took from the gutters

Kids looked at him in horror,small ones clinched to their mothers' skirts

He longed to touch one of them and tell him that he was harmless

The desire was strong but fear and shame were the better side

Because he was a reject

Yes he was foul smelling,his clothes dark with dirt and sweat and flies

playing with him all day long.But he knew he was not responsible, for

 soap was too much a luxury for him.He thought himself scary and

went to a shop window.He scrutinised himself but found nothing

sinister or amiss.It was only because he was a reject

He was sitting in the park, jovially playing with small ones

when he was grabbed from behind and was thrust into a prison

He cried but no one heard him and if they did, dared not to help him

The policemen hit him until blood started precipitating from his nose

The next morning he was left in the desert.

He watched in horror as

the police van drove away,clouds of dust making it invisible.Oh yes it

was invisible but he was not.He tried to move but power and will left him

He sank on the hard backed hot sand,the afternoon sun hitting his

bald head.He smiled peaceful as death crawled upon him.Still one

question remained which troubled him.Why were they doing this to him

I would have answered,BECAUSE YOU ARE A REJECT

By Tatenda Makichi