we are sheltered
compaired to others
i was walking downtown
of one of big city
when i felt tug
i look down a child
begging for money
dirty clothes, face,
hands, teary eyes
enough to squeeze
a stone hard heart
i stop and ask where's
her mother, her father
too meek to answer
press for money instead
i look around there's
a mother with one baby
looking towards me
that could be mother
i walk towards her
sure enough that's her
i pinch a few twenties
of pesos to her weak hand
she run quick to nearest
food stand for drinks; bread
what could be their day
if police came to impose
law or nobody gives money
so many of them; in bus stop,
in markets, some in parks
and more are not yet born
how could we help them
they multiply so fast
they run away from law
they hide, no names,
no address. no ID
i feel helpless, overwhelm
yet they love thier lives
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