she's just four years old

I dedicate this poem to all orphans and street kids and all people who grew up with no parents or on the street)
She’s young and her dreams haven’t yet
Been revealed ,she does not anything ,but she
Is already suffering the consequences , of her
Parents , already living hell in this very earth,
Just because she was born yesterday , it doesn’t
Mean she can carry the world in full, she is not strong
Enough to face the world alone , she needs love and comfort
Some salvation on earth , her heart is not yet recognised,
She cannot carry on sleeping in taverns and bars, fed beer
And unhealthy food, her tears can purify the devil’s heart,
Her blood is the colour of a red rose.
She cannot withstand, being a street kid ,
She wants to have a life too, like any other four year olds
She deserves better ,what did the youth
Do to never reserve  a home and both
Their parents, unlike a thirteen year old  she cannot take
Care of herself, next time you go out the when you see
A kid on the street ask yourself where are his/her
Parents , as they beg for food and money ,already their siblings
Are parents that do everything to protect every single
Of them, they suffer because of their parents who abandoned
Them and separating them in different destinations that take forever
For the child to finish and stay on top of the world .
Like the moon they need lite, like the fish they need water
And like a page they need to be written better
Family history , that makes them proud and happy,
And mostly they need guidance and love.