Inspired by a homeless child

In a low voice I heard a child talking

He was walking among unfamiliar people

He felt a negative alienation in his attention

His gaze fell on striking faces

Some features were absent

Their eyes were sad and sleepy

Some were pale and innocent

Some were bold and clear

Some were broken and frozen

Some were smiling and swollen

Their noses were straight and thin

Some were convex and hooked

Some were elongated and arched

Some were graceful and short

Some were flat and massive

They had round and attractive mouths

Some were full and thick

Some were thin and erased

Some were bright and full

Some were exciting and exciting

They were all prominent and repetitive faces

And quickly appeared and disappeared, unknown

He looked at them With a fleeting, innocent touch

Some were familiar, some were strange

He continued to walk with steady steps

His breathing was tight and disgusting

The faster he went, the more his thoughts were lost

He didn't want to be like them in their miserable state

But he and they became pale

How could he escape their stinging looks?

If his luck among them is like that of forgotten children

And their existence in his life becomes absurd

He has no strength to accept their difficult circumstances

Perhaps there are many like him who have desperate dreams

They live with each other like stray dogs

They rush at each other mocking the crumbs of their strength

And in the evening things get worse as in the wilderness

He looked at me and continued saying:

Our days have no names and are naked

There is no holiday in our world and the years are running

We are children of a world that has no nationality

We are free within worn-out systems

We came to this land without friendship

And we will grow up to become ancestors of offspring