Children Of The Gutters Poem by Nick Kler

Children Of The Gutters



Sometimes, I think of all those babies
Thrown into a dumpster at birth
If they ever happen to survive
Gutters adopt them as their own
They are considered
Nuisance to the society
Love stays a million miles away
They never know the meaning of hate
To them, death is much dearer than life
And so goes on
The life of a homeless child

Friday, August 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness,life,love and dreams
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