Still Happening

Two little children, Sat on a curb in the street, Begging for money No shoes upon their feet. Is this really happening, Are my eyes deceiving me? How can it still be happening, In the twenty first century. Why is it seen more often In these faraway lands, When the rich are in their mansions, Tourists drinking cocktails on the sand. I don't think God intended, This is how their lives should be, When we was born upon this land We were all born " equally"