Lowly Boy

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.