All eyes are on him,
Many say he's unfortunate,
Some say he's unlucky
His parents should not have born him.

His environment and critics do not affect his countenance,
He never show his sadness
He smiles to everyone even with his rough face
What manner of heart he's got.

He never shows his bitter heat,
His questions are directed to himself,
Since no one wants to b his friend
Since no one will rob minds together with him.

Why am I so unfortunate?
Why am I so unlucky?
Why am I so?
Why am I so?

© Olayiwola Tayelolu