Shivering they silently stood outside,
ever and always outside of all that
is. They waited until a voice kindled
the terror they remembered, and fowl
money passed hands dirtying the
innocence of a four year old child.
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The others encouraged them to
go in and accept that to survive
is to strive and yield any hope of
childhood. For life on the streets
can only be held together if they
share tortured pain, terror and
depraved adults paying pesetas
to take evilly designed pleasure.
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The child struggles to walk, their
frozen face stained with tears
and eyes that have died rather
than see and a mind tightly shut
to recall of the violence that they
endured for a meal. While close
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by others sit round tables and eat
throwing spare food to the dogs,
not to kids that kindle evil outside,
sniffing glue and plying prostitution,
poisoning their streets and don’t
they richly deserve all they get?
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Another place has opened and
there they offer a home for those
who want to come off the streets.
a sanctuary, wholesome and safe.
to save a child they struggle against
pervading
attitudes,
history,
police but yet stay
to help children learn to be safe and
enjoy that wonderful gift of childhood.
Thank you to ToyBox.
