Awon omo baani a sagbe
Not omo baani a ji
Naked children of destiny
Roaming to and fro on a deleterious street
In search of daily bread.
They roam about with the sounding agony
Of "saara ni tori Olohun" with their bowl of hope
While some sat homelessly under bridge and stinking garbage
Waiting for a drop of rain in their bowl.
They walk aimlessly on the wild street
With the unhealthy sound of " eni Olohun ba bun ko bun mi o"
Their undestined voice piercing purple's ear
But it sounds funny to them
They see 'em as objects of ridicule.
Almajiri have ailments to nurse and some lack parental love
Immoral people make use of Almajiri's condition to enrich themselves
They have forgotten that "eru ni baba amo ona re jin"
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