Street child under a shadow
Did they take away my larynx
Why is it that I have no voice
I have been down with the struggle
carried around like some cargo
dropped a tear in my empty hands
As I watched the car go
I've never had a curfew
Neither a nephew to share feelings with
the street lights won't reply
they hate it when I smile to the sun
and say farewell
this life has no fare will
a couple of friends of mine were taken by a roadkill
My eyes are clotted with yesterday's sleep
a new day still feeling like a naked sheep
I still stay humble and calm
charity is a name given charity is a day given
prosthetic hearts attend and give with second thought
but let the mother and father of us street children give with soul
Poverty is our life style
hunger is just a feeling
money is a mockery to our lives
prayer is our only justice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! An intense and glaring look at the lives of street children! Having nothing, no voice to complain, no one to share the pain of poverty, only the prayers in their little hearts, hoping to bring change. Parents doing the best they can with nothing but their souls. Charity is only a word when not accompanied by a compassionate soul. What a beautiful expression, vividly expressed in your poem. I give you a 10! Love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn