There are homeless and hungry people all over the world.
Feeling sad, alone and hungry in the dark,
They try to sleep out in the cold - there bodies curled,
Their lives broken and ripped apart.
Many bad people don't care about the homeless,
They point and laugh at them unpleasantly.
But we should help and treat the poor and penniless,
And never treat them offensively.
This is the world of the homeless and hungry,
In their eyes there are unfulfilled dreams.
Always praying and hoping to able to give dowry,
But all they can hear are the baby's screams.
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