CHILDREN OF THE ROAD

As I walk in the busy streets of this place

I can’t help but look at this poor child’s face

Sleeping soundly with an empty plastic cup in hand

Unaware of the bustling cars and people in the urban.

The child’s image lingered in my mind

It even triggered random thoughts in my head

I thought of the thousand children like him around the country

Alone without a home, illiterate and hungry.

Their beds are just sacks arranged on the ground

At night, they cry to themselves without making a sound

In silence, they hear their rumbling stomachs begging for a meal

To survive in these cruel streets, one should know how to steal.

If one snap of a finger will change their situation

I’ll do it—I’ll do it without hesitation

I pray to the Lord for these children’s protection

I wish that someday, their lives will have direction.