HOME?

I see them by the roadside
the corridors of the city center
the footpaths of the market place
the bush.
No, it is where they call home.
where they shed their milk-teeth
where they said "mama", where they played hide n seek.
where they discovered themselves.

Identity is all they seek,
like a voice for the meek
their tribulations are at peak
attacks from within and without
they have embraced misery
worry no more for there is no reason
for a better tomorrow.

The cold that smears their physique like a second skin
Faithfully the hunger bites their tummy
their bare feet expose their wounds
tell me, is this home?