Children, roaming aimlessly, many with worries on their faces. Faces are drawn and haggard from homelessness and work. Even when human rights are championed by the protectors of humanity, the void of child poverty grows wider. Such fiendish hypocrisy is fed by the elitism of social causes, preferring trendy concerns over beggarism.
Everyday, young people are depleted of their hopes and dreams, living at the mercy of barbaric neglect and by a knowledge-bent, refined society. It is not as if we do not have the skills and resources to respect and acknowledge the rights of young people and children. Instead we prefer the madness of ignorance, the addictive sensation of being selfish.
We, humanity, are sucked into this agony of self-righteousness. We prefer the bliss of not being poor, or marginalized. Many children are made vulnerable because of our prejudice at their way of life, their resistance against the establishment and the fact that they are poor. We are the monsters that prey on the future of streetkids, we choose to abandon them to their fate.