STREET LIFE

Life stuck on a edge

Young at tender age

Stranded on wrong path

Hatred he couldn’t understand

Notwithstanding his stressed mind

When dad declined the truth

Poor child disowned by his dad

When dad neglected his own blood

Sent him away from his family

When all was said and done

His refuge was in the town

The boy went to live in the city

Trench food was good for him

Tracing expired bread was a dream

Overnights in the cold and rainy

Bullied and beaten, as a welcome

Coping with life was cumbersome

Until it was all, enough games to play

He fought to win and lose

New members were taught rules

Stories were brief and simple

Cop’s dogs were rough on them

They frightened them time to time

Everyone escaped, not be an example

Street life was hard and tough

Not even water to drink was enough

Still hot target of violence and crime

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