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those skinny children on the street
who ran and laughed at the crossroads
clapping their hands while singing
naïvely begging for mercies
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O the children of the street
who seeing to the window car with hoping eyes
sleep on the mattresses asphalt roofed the sky
can not complain to the unjust life
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O the poor children on the street
your dream hanging on the fancy cars
your future scattered, blown by the exhaust fumes
always happy in the heat of the sun nor rain
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the light had changed green
and the deafening horns shocked me
which glued on the steering
thinking of my children…. how lucky they are
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mei –
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photos from google
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Exceptional poem so powerfy and inspiring.Thank you Meiro for keeping in touch.Many blessings and regards.jalal
I love children and these pics are touching my heart.
Thank you, this is the picture of life of Indonesian children which living below the poverty line.
Have a good day my friend.
With regards,
mei
“your dream hanging on the fancy cars” — very powerful line.
Thank you for touching the humane spot within through this beautiful reminder.
Always may your heart be blessed with beauty!
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This is great Ms. Mei. I actually rad this to my kids last night at the dinner when they take 2 bites and say, “I don’t like this”. I thought about it again today as I finished my latest blog on my moving woes
Very powerfull. Thanks for the sharing. It stirs my heart and brings the mindfulness of gratitude for my life . And, taking action in any way, small or big to make such things change in this abundant world that we live on.
So really you writing Meiro dear! Unfortunately worldwide are homeless children! I’m so sorry that this happens! Sorry there are these extreme between people, some others too poor and some others too rich!
Have a wonderful day and many blessings!
Big hugs, much love, Stefania! 🙂
On my travels to Jakarta, I witness these scenes all too often. You are right, Mei, so grateful that we provide a better life for our children.
Nevertheless, these street children are pitiful.
Peace, Eric
It is wonderful to see you back, Mei with such a beautifully penned poem. Sadness lingers in the air… Love, Ese
lovely mei;)))
Thank you for sharing this with us Mei. It’s a beautiful insight to a problem with no easy solution in a world where not enough of the right kind of people care.
Paul
Very sensitive and lovely…you saw their dreams to leave it all behind. I will prayer for their future. Namaste, mary
It’s so sad to see children or anyone for that matter in need of the basics. This world should really be much kinder.
Lovely, as usual!
Beautiful reminder to the “forgotten” children. Every time I see the poor little ones I wished I could help them. They remind me every time how blessed we are.
Wish you a Happy Mother’s Day, my friend 🙂
We tend to forget the street children – thank you for the reminder.
Anna :o]
Beautiful poem though sad on many counts! I felt tears in my eyes, so many poor children in this world! Thanks for sharing this.
🙂