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Orphan Kids

A little poor boy of thirteen years old
in the street of a winter weather cold
Asking people hither and thither
For a piece of bread to feed her
His paralyzed sister wrapped in a cloak
Wearing a pair of torn black socks
I looked at her, in flood of tears
Coughing so bad and what she wears!
Nearly naked on her wheel chair
saying to herself that’s unfair

To be born not as such, but this world
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Friday, May 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: orphan
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I started writing this poem when I first saw two little kids erring in the paths of the city, I pitied them and the foe she is talking about is every person who sees kids starving and dying without moving the little finger.
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