Death of a poor father, the only sole provider to them
The mother left to support the child she brought
Into the world without any regret
But now left with nothing only solemn and sad
A home they once had, filled with warmth and love
Was now taken over as hate rose above
Blaming each other for the worn clothes they wore
And how the stench grew to them
As though it began
Since they were each born
To them everything was lost
They wished someone would care
To others they meant nothing
They were not even there
The life on the streets was not easy to say
She begged for money and food
Even to bow to people’s feet for them she would do
The sounds of coins remained in their heads
While the air in the tin can just remained cold
Was it not suppose to be
That the torn and tattered clothes stood out
Along with the messy hair and reeking feet
Yet it did not affect them
It did not even affect one
So like a stray animal she searched hard to find food
To find even a rotten bun
Slowly with time their bodies start to fade
Skin to dust they both floated away
Searching many places for just someone to understand
As some dust passed me on a cold winter day
I sat
I stared
I looked
I prayed