Little angels dull
Poetry for you.

The rate you enjoy a luxury car at the intersection of street lights with pride.
Not pride but pride because a blessing is given.
Could see the progress and success and glory of civilization.
Not pride, because pride does not belong to you.
Like all luxury cars are also not yours.

Spotty rain greeted the darkening twilight.
Your legs are still walking down the street shopping corridor.
Some children appear cheerful in the Mc Donald’s outlets munching burgers that do not fit their mouth.
Satiety little bit relieved by the sight, you’re grateful.
Grateful to have passed this way. Hungry little disappeared.

Again stepped foot race with the night wore on.
Heavy rain umbrella changing your body is frail little run.
Laughing, joking with the rain you guys are more cheerful
Say, said to the rain …. Thank you, clean our bodies now.
No more clean dust that has been changed wet. You come back happy with gratitude.

The rain stopped and embarrassed to say good bye because you are always grateful.
Two small children six annual filthy with the body dull and cheerful face against the cold.
Yang returned to contest the results bring some coins singing all day.
Come home with joy to see helpless mothers who can not wait to get up.
Cardboard house next to the slum housing overhang the haughty luxury would not turn around.

Our mother came home with fortune nature of God.
Provided through the hands and tapering fingers of people with a thousand faces.
Mother, do not cry anymore, do not be sad today.
There we had brought to this self.
Stay sleeping mother, in a beautiful grave with the Lord.

For your little angel is dull, street children without parents who remain cheerful.
Uiputra, January 22, 2011