Born to the indigent parents, unfortunately
The destitute children, only to live a life
Excruciating; the life in poverty forever.
No means to study, less sources of money.
Hands stretched all day waiting for alms.
Opulence; is even one old rusty penny.
To them the very streets we spit are homes.
Food we throw away is their square meal,
Ingesting which, victims they become of little known syndromes.
Die in a way, more pathetic than they lived.