They wander at the streets
in the world so vast and dangerous
Taking steps with their bare feet
subject to all sort of exploitations
Endlessly seeking for home
begging for your attention
In battle with the world alone
asking for some protection
Their weapon's an innocent smile
yet agony burgeon upon their while
At young be stolen their juvenile
Survival there forbids reconciles
At young be fooled and she bear fruit
At young be cargo's another life
At young their rights and thoughts be mute
At young 'thout guilt & fear they strive
For way of life is in mere cycle
Innocence violated by competition
Forever souls will be in struggle
thoughts won't be free from corruption
They need some warmth,
They need embrace,
protection from harm
& welcoming place
To exist in this world
yet hearts were known to none
To stand so bold
yet with no one to run
To question that existence
To question the belongingness
To question the sufferance
To question the world's cruelness.
'What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why is the world so cruel to us?
Where do we belong?
Who cares for us? '
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