The Street Child Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Street Child



The street child

Maryam’s age is seven
Is brought from town, a village
Now she works socially, with crowd
She sells goods; eight to ten, on roadside.
(Unlike most, none to five)

And her food?
And place?
And sleep?

Ask the man with moustache,
He is boss.
To her dad he pays some.

Poverty.

Poverty.
Poverty.
Poverty.

Enslaved and deprived
Like many; as with me.

Where is God?
Where are faiths?
Governors, the judges?

Better dumb; be tongue-less…

Monday, July 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 27 July 2015

Enslaved and deprived! With the wicked hands of mankind on earth. Nice work.

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