Whenever I walk down the streets <br />I see a scene that I will never like <br />People lined up like cars in a fleet <br />Male, female, young and old alike <br /> <br />I see young and innocent children <br />Roaming the streets to beg for bread <br />Having no one to take care of them <br />And no shelter to lay their heads <br /> <br />I see very promising young boys and girls <br />Who have been made ugly by the firm grip of poverty <br />Whose mindsets have been made to derail <br />As they react to life with all manner of animosity <br /> <br />I see adults – even those with grey hairs <br />Still expunging the little remnants of energy <br />Filled with regrets of mistake made in the yesteryears <br />While still languishing in the prison of grief and agony <br /> <br />These are potentials not yet harnessed <br />Fertile soils lying waste <br />Ideas that are yet to be discovered <br />Gifts that are been engraved <br /> <br />They’ve got things that the world is thirsty for <br />They would’ve made the world better than it is <br />But are handicapped by their condition <br />Cos their world is worse than it should be <br /> <br />So when next you walk across the street <br />Don’t try to look down on them <br />But see if you can help make them fit <br />And free them from their entanglement<br /><br />Stewart Gideon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scene-on-the-streets/
