Plight of the street children… Read on.
By Charles Jagongo
| A penny please, Slim shaking cold fingers Stretched through the window In my face Oh! Just another one Me thought, ’a penny here’ ‘God bless’ said she Lying beneath a lamp light A baby wrapped in an old blanket. Cold, coughing, trembling, She, Five to Seven. Age, Picking and pecking I see Away our bus is pulling Lights, colorful lights and souls dancing In halls, partying. I see the child eating doughnut The baby strapped in her back Our bus, out of city Back, I see colorful lights Sick child, baby and doughnut. I think. |
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