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A hungry child on the street
Thinks of food
Sees a friend in the car
Going to school, crying
The tears wash the
smiling urchin
Whose legs will act weak
and limp
Face to be made up
effortlessly with dust
He thanks his trainer
Rains of coins will
shower
In his noisy tin
He’d buy something to
eat
To feed the weeping
stomach
He’d better start his
day
Thinks and leaves for
the green room
Full of flowers, birds
and grasses
Takes some mud, softens
it with water
Pulls some hair from his
head
Gets a moustache like
chaplin or hitler he doesn’t care to know
Hides for sometimes and
appears on the stage
Unrecognisable!
He knows poverty doesn’t
sell anymore
He knows to sing and
dance
To entertain, not bore
The first coin drops
He looks up at the face
Surrounded by the blue sky
another stage, he thinks
smiles and thanks...
It's a common scene in many parts of the world
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