Chlid Abuse
In my tattered cloth i walk through the streets with a big
Tray on my head selling food while my mate dressed in
Their knited uniform going to school. For the purpose of
Their future, time to time, day by day i dream of joining
My mate for the purpose of my future, when i become
A leader of tomorrow, i wil stop child abuse in Africa.
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