Street Children

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.