A poem written for street children.
I’m not sure what happened
But it happened suddenly
Bad news just does not travel fast
But it always arrives without notice.
She came up to my window
Begging for money
I was left speechless
Because she was so young
And belonged in school.
She was wearing rags
And in tears and tatters
She was so hungry
And I could only pity her condition.
My heart went out to her
She was a penniless pauper
I wish we could get together
And treat children with
Tender loving care
Create a warm blanket
Especially for them
So they could enjoy their childhood
Instead of begging on the streets
Asking for peanuts, literally,
While your driver whisks you
Away to another party
Where people attend to be seen
And heard and hugged and kissed.
In the meantime,
Somebody really special
Goes to bed
With an empty tummy
Growling like a dog
Poor dear, I wish our
World could get together
To help them, to hold them
Up close, nurture them
And tell them just how
Special they are.
I wish the socialites
Would stop pursuing
photo opportunities,
roll up their sleeves
Get down and dirty
So we could lift even
A few kids off the street
prevent homelessness and despair
And make the world a better place
Without sounding like a
Bimbo at a beauty pageant.
This is the real deal, folks,
Our young ones are suffering
All over the place
While we shed crocodile
Tears just to make news.
We want to earn name
And recognition and join
the popular NGO
And ride on fancy planes
And attend foreign jaunts
Wear polka dots and drink champagne
While that little girl on the street
If she survives
Will grow into an adult
With unpleasant memories from childhood.
Her childhood could have been special
She could have had a blast
Worn a pretty, silk dress
She could have had her head hair
Combed by a nanny or maid or mother
She could have danced at the
Ball with her prince charming
And blowing out the candles on a cake
Made to order, made to honor her
Instead of asking for money on the streets.
I wish upon a star
The world could be a better place
For children like her
So they could tap
Dance all the way to the moon and beyond.
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