Chill Children Poem by John Sensele

Children left to their own devices
Roam and storm tough and rough streets
Sleeping outdoors, sauntering town floor interstices
To eke out a beggar's living to the sound of violence beats.

Children stunted by famine, hunted down by predators
Snatch handbags, scramble for alms like a pack of hyenas
Loveless, comfortless, homeless with mediators
To guide their lives to side with their plight arenas.

Children bereft of education abuse glue
Cannabis, alcohol, immunize themselves against tolerance
Balance, silence, violence and rue
Lost opportunity, cursing society accused of lack of conscience.

Children driven to the brink of despair
Turn on innocent passersby, shoppers whom they envy
Wishing they could fish groceries overflowing from a trolley fair
That in their minds flaunts opulence and arrogance energy.