This child

He was a poor little soul that lived

in the scums of the street, he was

paper weight, reduced to stick and

bones.

Malnutrition ate his ligaments, bones

and brain cells, destroyed his livelihood

and disfigured his body.

Now his lifeless body begs for alms to

buy food that will keep him alive for

another day.

This child roamed the busy streets,

beaten and bruised, pushed around

and he collapsed from walking.

He felt dehydrated from standing

in the hot, blistering, scotching sun,

he felt hungry and his only delicacy 

was wasted, rotten food in bins, he was

covered in tatted, torn, rugged clothes

and walked bare feet , his feet had

blisters, sores and cuts.

He was homeless, uneducated, starving

and an orphan.

He was leading a painful life but this life

has not snatched his will to live, his

hope for tomorrow and his big, bubbling

smile.