Tiny soft hands aren't clean, Their eyes are filled with tears and terror, Tiny soft hands aren't clean, Their eyes are filled with tears and terror,

They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.

All these noises were eaten by the silence... The silence of work has dried away all the happy no... All these noises were eaten by the silence... The silence of work has dried a...

A short poem showing a juxtaposition between the realities of upper class and lower class children A short poem showing a juxtaposition between the realities of upper class and lo...

I yearn for that freedom which would set free I yearn for that freedom which would set free

That I should give chocolate and fruits to this girl as she was born without any hope that someone c... That I should give chocolate and fruits to this girl as she was born without any...