Where are their parents? <br />Are they gone with the wind? <br />Their offspring eat fluorescent tubes, <br />Cut their hands, do acrobats and beg something for their daily bread. <br />These trample flowers sleep on the roads under the helpless sky <br />And in their dreams of paradise no angels exist. <br />But the sex abusers peep in friendly manner. <br /> <br /> <br />dedication to *UNICEF<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/street-children/
