Bearing down the hunger
Want to go into the deep slumber
Conditions break and crude
There is only a lack of food.
Pain and tears filled in the eyes
Looking dreamily upon the sky
Dreaming of a better life
Rather than hunger to strive.
No food, no clothes, no home
No other option rather than to roam
Skinny bones and tiny arms
There is no muscular charm.
They have to give various tests
In this world full of greedy pests
Dressing up in torn rags
Treating them like dirtbags.
It's not the time to mute
Society should come together
Battling with this bad weather
Eradicating poverty from its root.

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