A blooming mind

Poem 3

Don't you care about those children rambling the ground with their feet melt,

Tearful eyes, they don't stop walking,

It's the only thing they can do,

Walking silently.

They're running here and there just to fill their hungry stomachs,

Calm down the monster sealed in them,

The trash you throw in the garbage,

Is what they use to eat,

To cover their skin,

From cold and heat,

But of course, you who has a home and a family, you don't know what living in the street means,

Living alone, people ignoring you and treating you like dirt.

Early or lately, you'll be immerged in the dark world.

Robbing, hitting, killing...

And we have one, four, ten hundred criminals borned.

And all you care about is the result and not the cause,

This past that made them be what they are today.

This children don't deserve to suffer because of us,

We who don't care about them,

We who treat them like animals,

We who treat them like trash,

We who run away of them,

If everyone who has the possibility to take care of one child,

Feed him, give him a home, treat him like a member of the family, educate him, teach him...

Do you know what the result will be?

A wonderful world,

Seeing children growing like flowers in a garden,

Just think and you'll see how amazing that'll be to have diamonds dispersed all over the world illuminating it with their brightness.