To the kids who don’t have pools
At the back of their house
To the kids who fate rouse 
Their hope in steady bloody spools 
To the kids who kneel in torn blouse
And call on God to see them and choose
To the kids whose flowers quit bloom
In spring, and fall during the rain.
To the kids who trust a faith 
And stare at a worse smirk from fate
I am still a kid and all that I ever did 
Was to satisfy the hearts that so earnestly thrust
Commands from old at my battered chest
And the day I refuse shall refuse remain of me
Bones crunched under the teeth of toil
And no worth attached to the chronicles of me. 
Hence, to the kids who pound forward
The days of hide and seek are at end
To heaven do you ascend
After staring at your future 
Through the glass sheet of hope.

Emmanuel Omonusi is a final year student of English and Literature at the University of Benin.