Upon hearing the crow of the cock,
I know the night has gone and the morning is here,
I wake up to a beautiful and sunny day,
Hoping for a brighter day,
I stand to my feet and thank my lord.
As an African child..
I fend for myself knowing food, water and clothes are not my right.
I walk the distance and fetch water from the stream,
I fetch a heavy bunch of wood,
I bathe myself and hunt what to eat.
As an a African child..
I know what is right and not,
I think so deep, unlike my privileged peers,
I walk under the hot blazing sun and hawk,
I cross the traffic in fear,
But what does the world care.
I hope for the future,
I hope for a brighter day,
I hope the world would start to care,
I innocently ponder what lies ahead.
For as an African child , i know i am blessed.