Dusty deserted sidewalks.
Barred doors with locks
Dustbins bursting with dirt
Greet the lonesome childin
a ragged shirt.
The end of but another day
Another mile off his torturous way
The world soundly sleeps
While he looks for a place
His head to keep.
Does no one care?
No-no there is no one to share
His pain and his sorrow
Are all his and a yet
Another sorry tomorrow!
No hands, no eyes
No legs no feet
Is there no one
to give him his daily meat?
“My strength, my shield is my God on high”
He then closes his eyes with a sigh
by Ahmed
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