A SALVE staff member and two children are walking down a dusty road between houses

Street Child – A Poem

Street child! Street child! Street child!
There is no home called streets
But it is where I find my refuge and comfort
It is the place where my name is derived from
And most people call me street kid,
The same people who welcomed me when I was born
And they pretend to care, now nobody wants to look at me,
Because of my dirty and stinking clothes, they block their nose too
When they come near me
I eat food that has been thrown in the rubbish bin we call it combo
Oh no what crime did I committed to deserve this
It seems I am an outcast.

Shame! Shame! Shame!
Street life is the hardest to live, but in it we find refuge
Streets have no love; street have no care and street scorches like hell
Street is too hot like sun flares and the rules of the jungle applies
Shame! They call us street kid and judge us
But yet they use us in their activities like selling drugs,
stealing and at last dump us like garbage.
They beat us and yet they are not the ones put in the police cell.

S.A.L.V.E.’s golden hand! S.A.L.V.E.’s golden hand! S.A.L.V.E.’s golden hand!
What a golden hand that S.A.L.V.E. International provide children of the streets
S.A.L.V.E. gives the golden hand when we least expect
S.A.L.V.E. International is our mother who provides us with love, care and supports us
S.A.L.V.E. International is our father that provides with shelter, clothing, counselling, medication and education
S.A.L.V.E. International is our new family where we find comfort, hope and learn to be resilient in life, and reunite with our families.
Thanks to S.A.L.V.E. Thanks to S.A.L.V.E.

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