I woke up in the morning, betrayed by mankind,
I could hear the screams, the voices in my mind,
"Wake up little boy!", She would yell my Mama,
I had no strength left in me, all I did was murmur.
Charged, down the stairs, a little talk with Papa,
Got scared at the stares, gonna have some drama,
"Run away boy!", His eyes spoke out the trauma,
"Am sorry...Am sorry father! Forgive me Papa!"
"In The Wrong"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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