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What a wonder it is
To see the beauty on their faces
Smiles painted in strange and unlikely places
They roam the corners, alleys and streets
In search for warmth and food to eat
Any place at all to sleep
Company, someone who they can call friend
Life in its unfair nature
Bore them to so much pain and torture
How can such beauties be conceived by such wickedness
Innocent children abandoned for the painful grip of death
Left by hearts, short of love
Yet, they awake everyday
Better clothed than lavenders and lilies
And with more food than the sparrows
If these who we term “UNFOTUNATE”
Can live with so much happiness
Then we have so many questions to answer
