Out of the manholes they crawl <br />to face another hopeless day. <br />Not rats or cockroaches, <br />but Romania's children. <br />Selling their miserable bodies <br />for food, or glue. <br /> <br />Food barely sustains, but sniffing <br />glue anaesthetises their misery. <br />Children of Romania, raped, <br />abused, diseased and forgotten. <br /> <br />Alina, just sixteen was heard to say. <br />'I wan't to die' <br />Why not? <br />She's only just alive.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ceausescu-s-children-1996/
