The Project Poem by i am not crazy

Look at this; look at that, look at those
Do you pity these children on the streets?
Who wanders and wonders where their destiny goes
And sleep under cold carton sheets

Nothing but dirt and bones
With tongues wrapped in thirst
Their lives are melodies with wrecked tunes and tones
Think of this, think of that, but have you ever thought of them first?

Would you dare to live covered in filthy airs
Or walk on mud barefoot?
Eat only once when you hunger for more
Would you dare to face the truth?

Where’s the youth that never starved?
Was it stabbed by the effects of poverty?
Strangled by the depths of society?
Buried under the struggles of life?

They dreamed but never achieved
They tried but where’s the success?
They never flew but they believed
With missing fate and dignity, less

The future in their plates is the treasures of our trash
The coins in their cans are the beginnings of an ambition
How can our hands touch the one’s whose dreams were crashed
All ‘cause of these unhealthy ways and lack of nutrition