Street Children Poem by Aeron Manabo

In the street,
Enduring the heat.
Shirts tattered.
Dreams shattered.

It’s raining.
Everything drenched.
The child’s freezing.
Body smelled.

Shaking with hunger.
Oblivious with the danger.
Hands extended.
Waiting for alms to be donated.

A rodent hated.
Like a ghost.
Forgotten and detested.
Hope is lost.

This is but a notice.
That all should notice.
Most of us are blessed.
For we are not neglected.
Treasure that in every way.
Thank God everyday.