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Cry of a poor kids
why us only
is it where our parents stomped
is ti that God doesnt love them
is that we are so ugly
where ever we go people say we are mad
but thats not a way to treat us
we never wanted to be like this at all
it just a coincedence
listen to us cry
we beg at least you help our families
instead you say we are pick pockets
while we are not at all
do not judge us by our cloths
you should consider our heart
all the pain we consume everyday
as you live hapily
hear our cry
poem
by
Tanaka Chirombo
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