Letters - Cuban Ambassador

Food for thought
By Francisco Javier Viamontes Correa, Ambassador of Cuba in Z
Thursday July 31, 2008 [04:00]

The street kids behave like flies
Begging for food up and down
Around the cities and towns,
Empty stomachs and big eyes.

The street kids just cry and sound,
They live inhaling dirty smoke,
They are the ugly face and soul
Of injustice going around.

The street kids everyday see
Luxurious cars, limousines,
And arrogant human beings
Passing by, but very quick.

The street kids need our love,
They need food, shelter, and cloth,
They need our help and hope,
Good will and real support.

The street kids are our kids,
They are the future, no doubt,
But we have to help them out
Of the shameful life they live.

Poverty and misery grow,
Like prices of goods and oil,
While the grass covers the soil
And the poor remain below.

The street kids are just around,
They are close to you and me,
No more remorse, no more sins,
Lets help them on fair ground.

From poor families they come,
Surviving on meager diets,
Fighting for food days and nights,
They don’t have anywhere to go.

They are the orphans of god,
Sons and daughters of regret,
But they deserve bread and butter
The same as everybody does.

Without food, no brain can think;
Empty stomach is a shame,
The street kids share my claim,
What I say and what I mean.

The state shall look after them
With home, food and education
And tomorrow the whole nation
Begging for food up and down
Will be paid back in return.

We have to share the wealth
The desires, the goals and dreams,
If we want to live in peace
And equality on our earth.

No more street kids, no more;
No more disparities, no, no;
Lets change the world, lets go
Before it’s too late.

It is high time to break away
From hunger, pain and disease,
The street kids will be so pleased
To enjoy a better life one day.

This poem is dedicated to the street
kids and hoping for a better future
for them.