Last man standing


I am the dog of war
celebrating the memoirs of turmoil
The forgotten idol
amidst briars and brambles.

Yes i am the unspoken hero
a fatherless father
a minor in age yet a major
in responsibilities.

A motherless mother,
the breadwinner of the family
my siblings,my children
i don't toil,they don't eat

To attain my goals and dreams,
i have to toil for it
to be educated,i have to sweat for it
for no one can come to my rescue
and the schools around need the money
i cannot afford

Who can come to my rescue?,
for i am drowning in the
abyss of ignorance.
for i cannot attain the most
cherished education unless i toil for it

Before going to school,3am on the dot
i have to till people's land to get
money to pay my fees
time for class i am weak and tired
no concentration

Oh my God when will this end?
i am the dog of war...

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