STREET KIDS
By Linda Mupemo
They live today, worrying about tomorrow,
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.
The day they have full meals is a Christmas on planet Mars.
Like a stranger, they watch education pass them by,
Without anyone to sponsor them to school…..their dreams grow faint and die!
wonderful
ReplyDeleteThank you Macpherson.
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