Themba Mthembu aka SANE Themba, a student from the Chipa Tabane Secondary School in Cullinan, South Africa, dedicated the poem to a friend he grew up with and 'lost'. The poem was delivered by Themba at the event of the distribution of school uniforms donated by Rotary.

He is the misunderstood, mislead and misinterpreted child. Sometimes.... Sometimes he spoke but no one listened, Sometimes he spoke but no one gave attention to what he was uttering, Sometimes he cried and not only were they tears but tears which had blood in them,

Sometimes he was beaten with steel which made his emotions stand still, Sometimes he was addressed as hobo as he had no home but a house, Sometimes he was breaking because of the painstaking words he heard from the people who called themselves, HIS PARENTS, Sometimes he visionalised paradise but thought of it as a lame excuse of a vision, Like a dying flower his dreams faded.

He is the misunderstood, mislead and misinterpreted child. Now he calls himself "mokakati ka go bane di kgagatile" Now he kills with no fear in him, Now the only pals he has are inmates, Now he plays the game of life dangerously, Now he prays with no love for the world and it's people, All because no one gave him a chance, All because no one took the time to listen.

He is the misunderstood, mislead and misinterpreted child.