Kids working on the streets,
little workers with little pay,
they are not working,
it is only a new game.
I saw no childhood in their eyes,
just a silent cry fo help
for love, for money.
I saw little men and little women
speaking the slang of the streets.
No warm clothes in winter,
no clean t-shirts in summer,
no sign of tender motherly cherishes,
no toys in their hands
for childrens´ day.
No names, no family trees
with innocence and experience in their sad eyes
negociating useless things
for a few useless coins.
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