SAVE THE STREET CHILDREN

I wonder why we don’t seem to care

About the ordeal they face while we stare

So I ask, are we really willing to spare

The future right at our obvious glare

I see them in the traffics under the burning sun

Hawking and vending stuffs like having fun

But they are our little daughters and sons

With prospects we need not abandon

You call them street children,

Because they survive on the street

But I call them friends

Because I am myself, a victim

They are found far at sea while others sleep

Some dangle and bangle in the jungle’s deep

And it strikes me like a spear in my belly

Their unchartered cries and sorrows dearly

I have seen it all with my two eyes

I have heard it all with my two ears

As they toil and soil heavily to make a dime

And analyzing, I think their call for help is prime

Must the children fend for themselves?

Can they protect themselves, from the terrors in shelves?

No, I think we should re-tight our belts

Before we witness our dear future melts

Some will be presidents and ministers of state

Some are the heroes and heroines we await

So let’s not close our ears to their plights and pleas

For they are the hopes we must fight to please

Give them the basic needs of life;

Food, shelter and clothing

They deserve basic education;

Primary to secondary

Give them a hand to ease their strife;

In spirit, in body so comforting

They can help our emancipation;

From ordinary to legendary

They have countless holes on their shirts and skirts

And their sorry stories keep lacking happy endings

So here I come with my spoken concepts

Calling out loud for a collective arms lending

For their redemption from pain and sorrows

And for the security of the generation that follows

Let’s ease their struggles and lift their elbows

Without them, the future is but a whining hollow

How can we ever afford to not care

About their daily struggles and pains

To make meanings of each of life’s episodes

While for our mega worries, they have the antidotes

Can’t we? Can’t we join our arms with arms in arms?

To correct what we think was wrong for so long?

And revive the dying hopes dangling on the street

And save the future from the grips of beastly hands

©2016