We too are human beings.

Is it our fault that we are born to poor,
Is the world not a place for us any more.

Every night we go to sleep just dreaming of food,
But the only thing we share is brotherhood.

Nobody here really cares for us,
To the world “Are we pus?”.

Today when people search for life in moon,
But we hope for good doom.

We share an ethical bond with tear,
They come to us regularly without any fear.

Our poverty has always been sequent,
Due to hunger our people die more frequent.

In our lives we have a lot of pain,
But we are unfamilier with any type of gain.

Our lives are vivid in your eyes,
But are there none of you to hear our cries.

Hope someday somebody would hold our hands,
And take us to better lands.

But unfortunately to hold our hand there are none,
As to society, We are tool of fun.

Just an request to you,
Dont treat us inhuman, we are human beings too. 😦