Siro of the streets

 

Little Siro knows not his father, maybe that's the one thing he's sure of 

Little Siro walks in grounds that whisper, whisper of his dead and untamed destiny

His name is Siro and he lives among farmers, says he blames his once rich father

Days of agony made Siro smart

Days when her mom was thrown out by the master's wife 

They said she wasn't good enough, that she would destroy their name 

Maybe even reveal that she was carrying the master's blood 

 A mere helper with the rich master's child

Siro the master's child 

They wouldn't bear that

Not having Siro as their own blood 

Little Siro is strong, not via work but fate 

Watched the mum breath her last on the streets

Was only six then, nothing she would do but cry 

Lost her in a dark night of evil cry 

Never to tell him the real father 

That's Siro, the boy of no man 

Little Siro of no identity

Greet little Siro for me when you meet him

Pass him not without a giveaway, help him

Cause you're his family, all of us are 

The kid on the streets is Siro 

One to whom life is a complete nightmare

The Siro of no identity

Let's all remember Siro 

© amimoh