WHO MADE HIM?

~WHO MADE HIM?~

He walks on the streets of dust

He finds no rest after dusk

Yet he seems to be invisible-

He is human, and that fact

They are afraid to face

But why can't they see him as thus.

His skins are broken, teethes are rotten

And as for his black hair,

All transformed to yellow.

He's black-not white

Neither an albino nor blonde.

Was this the way he was made?

But who made him?

And why made him?

These questions they are confused at.

Some say for an experiment

And if it be the truth,

Why him?

I can see him under a tree

 Trying  to hide from the sky’s sympathy

He feels lonely and drenched.

Someone please find him a shelter

Though He is half buried in mud

As the skies cry for his welfare.

Yet he can't help it

Because he is mad.

But who made him?

And why made him?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013