African Child

In the heart of Africa, a child was born,
Where poverty reigned from night until morn.
Despite his lack of toys and clothing fair,
His mind was sharp, his spirit rare.

He had no riches or abundance of play,
But books and knowledge were his everyday.
By candlelight, he studied with great care,
Dreaming of a future bright and rare.

In a corrupt land where wealth was the key,
His intelligence was his one guarantee.
He knew that education was his way,
To break from poverty and seize the day.

For this African child with only brains,
Has the power to break free from his chains.
Through his intelligence, he will rise,
And make his dreams a reality, reaching for the skies.

Ochwo Nicholas

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