A Homeless Child

A Homeless Child

The child wanders the streets,
day after day,
With only tattered clothes on his back,
And no where to stay,

Affection is now a memory,
From his family he got deserted,
Now he has to it on his own,
Even though he don’t deserve it,

It’s a daily struggle,
Just to find something to eat,
With holes in his shoes,
The rubbles hurting his feet,

Searching through trash,
Begging in the town,
People just turn a blind eye,
Which is getting him down,

At nights he’s a target,
To older men he’s easy pray,
He would keep his eyes open,
As in the cold he would lay,

The charity soup kitchen,
He can go to twice a week,
Full of people with addictions,
He feels to scared to even speak,

Avoiding daily abuse,
Because he’s to weak to fight,
Unhygienic and unhealthy,
With no civil or economic right,

Always witnessing violence,
Sometimes he’s on the receiving end,
Alone with no one to talk to,
At nights he prays for a friend,

In the winter its tough,
Through his ripped clothes he’s cold,
He thinks he will have this life,
Until he gets grey and old,

Him and 100 million others,
Are going through this pain,
Children getting abandoned,
Again and again.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 25/04/12

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