from the eyes of the street children

I saw them wearing fancy uniforms

Walking along the streets

With a launch box full of goodies

Prepared with so much and

affection

And here we are on the other side

Wearing a grimmy shirt since yesterday

No food for a starved stomach

Begging sympathy to whoever

comes

We are just the same

But we live imperfectly alike

Are we destined to be needy?

Or if I live like them, will I be happy?

Nobody knows the answer

But it surely has a reason

reason that will justify the kind of

society I'm living

Reason that will explain why this is

what I'm feeling.