They roam the streets
Like stray dogs
They hawk wares
That we patronize when
Others are in school
We care less to ask
Which school they attend.
They hawk oranges, bananas, satchet water
Fish, apples, cucumber etc
Which we relish
But we never look beyond
Thinking of how
Their tomorrow will look
Or the circumstances that
Out them straying on the streets.
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we care less street children, good writing. Please read my poems and say something..