Under the bus they live
Best friends in the streets
Under rain and sunshine
Best friends till die
Walking down the street
Hungry and broken
They melt in each arms
Holding hope heartily till die
Their skins change to stick-
As hard as mahogany stick.
They leap like leapers with sore lips-
Under this together till they leave.
Good Samaritans pass by
Looking at their unkempt faces-
They look deeper and deeper
Ignoring to be a brother's keeper.
It's a pain in the heart for them,
while we eat full chicken laps of ten.
We flush the remnants in the bin
Where we find them feasting with pigs.
But so much you complain for the little in your dish,You want more fish, less soup
"More leafs should be in this soup!"
Or take it quickly to the bin!
Let your heart speak
And your feets shall be beautiful
Let your eyes see
And your heart will thank you
for the love. For life.
@BIGGIJAY
