i stayed around watching
how these kids run up and
down stretch of road begging
they're in groups with one
adult seem to be in charge
overlooking every corner
every penny they collect
goes to his man-bag across
his shoulder; giving them
in return few change for
food or kids just beg food
off somebody's hand at noon
cry this is not america
where your social worker
will happily intervene
scream nobody hears you
people hear like zombies
running around headless
program to work then home
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