M.A.D

I'm not mad.
No, my home isn't situated on d left side of yaba.
I'm not mad.
I do not walk from street to street naked.
I'm not mad.
I do not spot unkempt dreadlocks
I'm not mad.
I do not jabber away incoherently.

I'm not mad.
Or am I?
Now I think of it maybe I am.

Mad at the number of underprivileged children turned beggars.
Mad at a system that condones a five year old hawking on the roadside
Mad at a system that makes it impossible for a child to gain quality education.
Mad at a system which forces kids to turn to delinquency.

But I guess it is their fault, right?
After all they asked to be born into poverty!
The millions all over the world who die physically and mentally every day.
Like quicksilver, here one minute, and gone the next.
They desire to live life anticipating the very worst right?
They deserve to be robbed of their innocence?

They are but mere victims of the harsh realities of life.

Children who have a right to basic education..just like you and I.
Children who have the right to make something of their lives.
Children who deserve the same opportunities as their counterparts.

It tugs the heart, seeing treasures wasting away.
These are would be presidents, doctors, lawyers.
Would be musicians, mechanics, pilots.
Diamonds in the rough.
Who need just some polish to make them shine

They need a hand..to help them get by
They need a smile..every once in a while.
They need me. They need you.
They need us..
To make a difference in their lives.


As recited at the M.A.D(Making A Difference) charity fashion show held on 22/12/2010.