Tauheed Ahmed April 5, 2005
Tags: poverty , children , pity
On a hot summers day I see
A child cross the melting street
A load on her head
And no shoes on her feet
A car appears beside her
And blows a sharp horn
She jumps aside
Terrified
Causing amusement to the driver
You should not be out here child
You should be at home
In a cool living room
Learning
and playing, joyfully
She walks as before
With an expressionless face
Or do I see a tear?
No.
That's the way it is
As someone said, the biggest crime of poverty is that it steals childhoodA child cross the melting street
A load on her head
And no shoes on her feet
A car appears beside her
And blows a sharp horn
She jumps aside
Terrified
Causing amusement to the driver
You should not be out here child
You should be at home
In a cool living room
Learning
She walks as before
With an expressionless face
Or do I see a tear?
No.
That's the way it is
from children.
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