Not by wish, neither by choice
But fate placed them there
Poor roadside pets!
Playmates on the street's
playgrounds
Craving and yearning for
The affection of unfamiliar
Owners
Hugging the legs of passerbys
And clinging to the windows
Of cars
Chased by the merciless storm
And whipped by the angry sun
But no shelter to take refuge
At the mercy of the unwilling
Food vendor's table
Only leftovers assuaged their
Wailing stomachs
They are as pathetic and
Miserable as withered wild plants
Seeing the blossom of trees
By the river
Why can't they fit into
The society like all other
Little ones?
They could also thrive
Just a bit of opportunity
They are not too weak to
Climb the ladder
Just a little push
They deserve to be loved
Like the others
Give them attention just
As they needed
Even a few more minutes of
your time won't kill
Care for them and treat them
As you will your own
Let them feel important too
The stepping stone into a
Brighter future lies in
Your love for them
Stand and protect their rights!
Because your love is their future


© Olivia Nutifafa