Life of an Orphan

Little eyes staring
Filled with unanswered questions
No responses heard
But only more confusion

Locked in a big room
With tons of other kids
Metal bunk beds, stern
Lights shut on time
To get up early to sunrise

Days are fixed
Nights are dead
In between few smiles cracked
With every morning sun
Came hopes playing in one’s heart
And the dusk killed every one of that

Few lucky kids were shown
Disciplined by God’s servants
Behavior problems tackled well
With belts and every metal available
To use for deserved punishment

Orphanage it was called
Now they’ve changed the names
Its now renamed to be foster system
Not an acceptable behavior
Acting up before potential clients
Sorry, potential parents as they should be addressed
Sisters and brothers have to be separated
Don’t care who gets placed
The lucky one gets the ticket for outside
The other stays back for the ride

Years after years, from past to the present
Laws changed with times
But the fete of children remained same
Tortured then are still now being disciplined
No one wants them, they’re told
Their only option was the sisters of mercy
Or so called foster parents

Locked behind the doors
Sleeping through the nights alone
Scars of discipline shine
Killing the kids inside
Eighteenth birthdays come, celebrated
For the freedom rings a bell
Or does it?

Life of an orphan is celebrated
Through the days into the nights
Discipline teamwork scars left behind
Only medicine to heal is to get out
Live a life of an unknown
A life of an orphan from the start till the last
Sure got much awaited ringing bells of freedom
Or will their life be the same ever again?

…a life of an unknown
A life disciplined kids
A life of an orphan