The little kids on the street;
Feeding and clothing they do need;
To read and write is priority;
Won't we rather have pity?
Please give what you would overeat
And the kids will appreciate it.
Please give clothes seeming over-fit,
That'll provide them some winter heat.
Their mouth is dry and thirsty.
Their soul seeks refreshing
See our foliage littering the street
Our rich stock busy begging.
Despite all day's aimless wander
Their tummy still strives with hunger.
Poor life of kid scavenger.
No shelter to fight night cold;
Any shambles would pass for that;
Any rags can serve as pillow.
Thanks to the stars that smile up high
And the moon, regular lamp provider.
Unkempt and running nose they often show.
They are nothing but church rats;
Rarely around are their mothers.
A family without financial powers.
Young children with shattered hearts;
No succour from family or state arms.
These children have their dreams
But our society makes them shallow.
They want to fly in the sky,
But none to nurture the broods soar high.
See eaglets running in mud below
Unknown to them are their strong wings.
As young future brought down so low
Hidden to them are treasury of talents.
Little confidence is in them to show
For reasons you and I really know.
You and I can make them grow.
With love to fill their heart's hollow.
Let's provide the kids nourishing milk;
Stopping their body and soul looking sick;
Building their minds with viable thoughts;
Abating society's immediate looming risk.
Adopt a child today;
To lovely train as yours and educate;
Play, feed and clothe a child I pray;
Good seeds in them we should sow.
This effort surely will go a long way
For you and I this act will pay.
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