little children are abondoned by thier parents,                                                  left to raise each other on their own,  learn to survive in the streets,            forced to live under the influence of drugs and earn a living from mugging.                                                         ­                                                    Mothers forced to labour with children on thier backs,                         they rather sleep with empty stomachs sacrifising only for their children.                                                        ­                                                    Man begging for food,they nolonger know how to give.                          They wear shreaded clothes and survive from the tiny bread crumps thrown into trash cans.                They sleep under the fierce weathers, the wind cutting through thier skin and all that keep them warm is plastic bags.                                                            ­                                 What ever happened to my country is surely brutal South Africa can never be the same again unless we change it.

What should i say maa ?
How could i say thanks maa !
My thanks wouldn't seems  enough,
To describe you.....
Things you did for us,
Wouldn't i pay back, rest of my life.
The one who hold me with care
Whatever the pain is,
She knows the cure.
Your presence in my life
Like a treasure full of secure.
The simplicity to you.
No whisper toword our cause.
You look at us,
Before you see yours.
Proudly sacrifising the whole,
To see us hearty soul.
And goodness is that
You ment to my life, and
Forever i'm your..