Papa, where were you? when we Trekked to school; no sandals nor shoes

(To all run-away Fathers)
For the years we were fed with hunger
And starved with food,
For the years we celebrated Christmas
With mere white rice
Having no single touch of stew
Papa, where were you?
Where were you when for miles
We trekked to school,
Paraded the coal mines
Barefooted; no sandals nor shoes
My uniforms were worn out
New ones mama couldn’t brew
My classmates ditched out
Threads of mockery, and made me a spool
It was unbearable
So I broke a classmate’s tooth
Headmaster heard of it
He said he needed to meet with you
Of course you were in a bottomless pit
So although mama tried to speak
They said we need his father, not you
But through all these, papa
Where were you?
When we couldn’t afford the light bills
And mama said education is key
So I studied all night with candle beams
My sight got bad,
Today I resort to glasses
But in all this, papa
Where were you?
Although I say where were you
Papa this poem isn’t actually for you
But for the sisters in my neighborhood
To be independent and have a means of livelihood
So in case they meet men like you
They wouldn’t go through
The pains you put mama through

 Written by Obiene Solomon, Creative Writer

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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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