He was born in a poor family

Which her members can eat barely

He suffered when he was too young

From hunger that is so strong

His family was so poor

And when he was sick,

no one brought him medicine that would be his cure

so that healthiness he could seek

He was to the streets

At the age of five

All day begging on the streets

To get money so that his family can survive

Hi father just wanted to relax and sit back

And he don’t care if his children from the streets came back

That little boy was so skinny

And his body was so tiny

In winter time, he was found shivering

While he was on the streets begging

He always returned with money or food

And he always tried the best he could

He just wanted to please his dad

Whom he never wanted to make him mad

His mother loved him with all her heart

To make her happy he always worked hard

On the streets, with him people were so rude

And his body was nearly nude

He always didn’t return home

Until he had money to get back home

And on day searching on the streets he stayed

While him his luck betrayed

And that night was so cold

And to stay on the streets no one could hold

But he kept begging for food or money

And he didn’t want to return home with no money

And suddenly hunger hit him as bad as it can

And he looked around and he found a big garbage can

He jumped in that can searching for food

But for his bad luck, he couldn’t find any food

Now time betrayed him

And the darkness of the night surrounded him

He didn’t return home

Because he didn’t have any food or money

And he wanted the morning to come

Because he wanted to be lucky and get an amount of money

Also he didn’t know how to return home

Because he couldn’t knew which way leads him home

Since the darkness of the night

Totally blocked his sight

He decided to take the big can as his bed

And there his night he wanted to spend

And the darkness hours we passing by

But could that little kid survive?

Would he handle the coldness?

Would he have in warmth?

And the morning arrived

But that child couldn’t survive

His body couldn’t handle the coldness

And his heart gave away all his warmth

At night, he could only see the darkness that him surround

But in that morning he couldn’t realize that people were around

He was freezing like an ice cube

That was lying in that big garbage tube

His lips were so blue

As if someone brought that color and put it on them using glue

His eyes were widely starring

As he was day dreaming

And that night, hunger his stomach was hardly bearing

Maybe at night about food he was dreaming

But what is the people’s impression

About that little person

Who would they blame

For the death that on this poor kid’s door came?

Would death be the destiny

Of any poor kid who share this kid with the same destiny?

Or would these kids have a normal life

Just like any other kid who is living his life?

Or would the governments take care of poor kids

And drive death away from the doors of these kids?

In 20-4-2008

Antoun Boustani

A.E.B.

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