Unwanted

by Johnson Gonzalez   Mar 28, 2005


There life is the proof that the pain, in the world has emerged, the people who put the roof over there head are gone. No money for food dirty clothes all around. They are unwanted children that are never to be found. With no place to call home nobody to call a family there bound to be dropouts. And if the world won't take em were else should they go. This world don't care about the pain of young kids as long as they make there money other than that every thing else to them is funny. Everyday kids are dying younger and younger; these kids are going through poverty going through hell in the struggle

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