Poem: Street Children
Life, is it really fair?
I hear whispers in thin air.
Children scattered everywhere,
Making the streets their comfort lair.
Love, is it enough?
For these children love is tough.
Because if love is visible,
Then why are they living miserable?
Home, where is it?
They wanted to feel it exist.
Why are they given a gift of life?
If in this world they are deprived?
When are we going to give?
If they are already dead?
When are we going to care?
When everything else shattered?
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I always feel miserable seeing street children lying down on some newspapers or running around the streets. I remember one time while riding a jeepney, a little child was crying so hard, maybe kay gigutom. And the mother, am sure it is the mother was trying so hard to shove in its mouth the plastic with rugby in it. The scene haunted me to this day. Who is to blame? Who should we pity? Can we exactly blame the ignorance of the parents? Maybe they were just victims also of some crime, etc. The questions never end. And I haven't even got to help them that time. Which makes me frustrated just thinking about it.
Thanks @raquelita for sharing 😘. Perhaps the parents were also a victim. But it’s their responsibility to look after their children. They must have think first the future of their children before the pleasure of their flesh. Tsk! Sad nowadays the’yre everywhere.
for me, life is fair. it is how people handle their own life. On what they are and who they become.
That's right @trexybap123 😉