The lowly boy with tarnished shoes,
walks the streets alone.
A hunger, that aches, ensues,
whilst drenched, frozen to the bone.
A sad statistic, the truth unfolds
a boy destined to perish,
knows not what his future holds,
it’s a life we all should cherish.
Poverty for those so young,
Is heartbreaking to grasp
The rich don’t care, they’ll take that bung,
As their fortunes they will clasp.
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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