Corner Harrison Poem by Marlon Khoza

Why is he there in sunny and in rainy
In the cold winter and blazing summer
At the crossroad of life and death
This corner is his home
He is stacked shucked like the baobab tree
In the Ireland of no pasture
With him are his old cripple crunches
That helps him carry his disability
Cripple and limps as he walks like a chameleon
He speaks to no one except the sun that has burn his tongue
His skin so grilled, vision dead and death is what he is longing for

He eats whenever passersby wished
Leftovers are thrown through windows
Some fresh and some bones of kfc
Only few do not feud their hearts for him
However his kinsmen turn their heads with shame
Whenever they see his torn and tattered face defaced with shame
He is penniless and vagabond at 60
He is alone loneliness is a friend he befriended