Askals

The cruelest thing is to be born abandoned

It is the most painful truth to be accepted

Unloved by the persons who created us

So we suffered while other people enjoy.

Should we consider ourselves alone and unlucky

Or should I say we're still lucky coz we're not alone at all

There are other kids who feel the same way

Were abandoned and taken into the world by mean people.

Is it our fate that we have to suffer like this

Some say we have to face it and make a good life instead

I wonder why, have they felt what we have in our hearts

The great sorrow and longingness of a son?

Yet, we are still searching for the love of a father and a mother

The streets had only given us suffering and pain

We were dogs after all, wandering in the streets for food

Avoided by people because we smell like garbage.

We are a menace, rotten rats rattling their minds!

A great problem of the society, non-humans!

Now, where is the earth created for us?

Or, are we a part of the earth created for them?

After all, we were a pleasure they were not able to control

And so we are here asking whys for the rest of our lives

If we die, and I will not live long for diseases have stricken,

What reward will we get with all of this contemplating.

With all the eyesores and irritation we didn't mean

What has in store for people like us

Well, I don't know and why we're even asking

We are persons who have lost hope and have given up.

People say we are sons of a king

I say, we are of the streets.