Orphans

He appears topsy-turvy,
Not measuring up to his class,
His mind seems hollowed,
Emptying at the bottom what enters from the top.
Children giggle at his jumpiness,
His clumsiness.
He has few friends
Or no friends.
Is he really a daft?
His mind wiggles with fright
When he recalls how his father
Was hacked in the middle of the day,
and his mother taken away,
When his village was ransacked
by the insurgents.
He was suddenly orphaned
And made vulnerable.
But for his rescue he recalls not
Where and how he wondered
In the wilderness of his native land.
He is now treated well
With kindness.
“You are handsome my child”
Will utter his new father.
“It will be the last time you experience
The sound of any blast”.
“You will forever be safe”.
He would be held by the hand
When he is carried to the school.
He would be sat by the right
When they eat at night.
He would be checked upon
When he sleeps.
He brightens up
As he attained ten.
His teachers were amazed
At his new found intuition.
He understands all that’s taught to him.
Children found him pleasantly cheerful.
Many of his mates and others,
Orphaned through different circumstances,
were similarly treated by good Samaritans,
who, though scattered, have
Homes away from theirs.
Hearty display of humanity
Which but develops greatness out of adversity.
May God bless they who cater for orphans.