What is worse than a child on the street,
With no bed to sleep on or food to eat,
Knots in their hair and blisters on their feet,
No home to go to, no parents to greet,
What would you do if you had to go through
All of the things that these poor children do,
Think about it each time you waste food,
Because that child could have been you,
What would you do if that child belonged to you,
And they were on the street because of what you put them through,
Would you realise what you've done and do,
Remember each street kid is a part of me and you.
©Poetic Anita Ashwini Shea 2015
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