The
destitute of lives
The
faraway look
The
eyes of sadness
The
vision in shadows
The
passing time
Tomorrow
seems shallow
What
they see today?
The
trickle of tears
The
wisp of smoke
The
minds just imagine
The
bad luck they are born
The
harsh reality with nothing
Is
this a testing of faith?
People
who pass them by?
The
look and whisper
The
bad luck they are born?
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