“Abandoned children” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Young little boy chilling on the cold wintry streets
Traversing the delicate road with his barely feet
Eyes were sunken, craving for food to eat
Travailing the hungriness hoping for
good man to meet

On his shoulder tied an old cloth bag
A crying baby was conspicuously seen
Body wrapped with old clad rags
Suffering  from cold night thus better place
is unforeseen

Struggling the road in the middle of the night
Knocking on car’s window hoping for
someone’s sight
Yet much of the speeding cars just ignored
These abandoned children traversing 
their unfortunate world

When will these children feel the warm from cold night
Have their hungriness to mend and never 
traverse in the middle of the night
When will these children feel the love from 
anyone
Love that we’re having yet for some it seems just 
none.

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