Poverty enriched the mind of the confused
Disillusioned by his surroundings, no tears could flow
But then the child woke up, ready to accept adulthood
One problem, he was 12, mother 25, father imprisoned

What is hunger if I am already starving?
Open doors and closed hearts keep me thirsty
Dressed yet naked, awake while sleeping

Filled with potential, yet to be discovered
24.7.365; he dreams

Boundary extended.

A short poem by Mulham Shbeib, 1/31/9.