World unfair
She sits beside the road
And watches the world passing by
Selling roasted groundnuts
Her future undefined
For destiny’s kept her in the shackles
She sits beside the highway
Convulsed by the hooting and traffic
Mercilessly hustled and fumed
Dusted and tired she wobbles
Foiled business dejectedly
She sits beside the crossroad
Not a pathetic sight to all eyes
She’s a puppet doll to pervert eyes
A play station for the gangs
Till her dismal fate’s forever sealed
She sits still in the din and traffic
Vowed to perpetual servitude
Her daily sentence of absolute poverty
Trading innocence to an unjust world
That neither cares nor returns the favour
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