the forgotten, my streets

pale faced and and joy drained, red eyed and hope abondened. groaning stomach that make friends to hunger. The wailing souls that in the streets wonder. the streets that vomit the orphans that Big V coughs. the filthy dry streets with no peace, the home to the millions. deprived of their pride, their smiles a decade forgotten. grief in their hearts installed, fuss and anger written in their brows. for they call in vain dipped in pain and soon their lives shall be slain tears furrowed their cheeks like rain put in the dark where they can't complain. this page is full of tears sorry i can't continue...