POEM: Street Kids

THEY live today, worrying about tomorrow, Living in pain, their hearts are torn with sorrow. All seems dark, pain paints their emotions, Paralleled to satisfaction, by lack; only tasting it in microscopic proportions.   They have no home, know no shelter, Living all alone, wishing for a helper. Unlike deserts, their eyes are ever wet- with tears, Their potential minds suppressed in a corner of fears.

They live today, worrying about tomorrow, Living in pain, their hearts are torn with sorrow. THEY live today, worrying about tomorrow,

Living in pain, their hearts are torn with sorrow.

All seems dark, pain paints their emotions,

Paralleled to satisfaction, by lack; only tasting it in microscopic proportions.  

They have no home, know no shelter,

Living all alone, wishing for a helper.

Unlike deserts, their eyes are ever wet- with tears,

Their potential minds suppressed in a corner of fears.

No Clothes- a hindrance to their “presentation” tag,

Their bodies now accustoming to the “rags” swag.

Gucci fashion is Spanish to them; they don’t GET it, no!

“All-time wear” is what they know.

Their enzymes are like decorations, no bolus to work on.

Their stomachs? An instrument of rumbling sounds- no food to churn on.

It’s a new day; still begging in the streets, chasing after cars,

The day they have full meals is a Christmas on planet Mars,

Like a stranger, they watch education pass them by,

No one to sponsor them…..their dreams grow faint and die!

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