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Written by Ntwale Joseph Siulanda
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From the Break of Dawn, we begin to Roam. You call your House your Home. Ours is the Streets where we Sleep. Everyday is like a repeat. Each day we beg for money to get something to Eat.
We have Dreams and Ambitions but no one helps us to bring them to fruition. We are Children of the Street, the Language we speak is Deep, because we Creep from the depths of the Streets. On the Street, we never find rest. Our Hearts are stained with Heartache, broken promises fill our Memories and now we Trust no one. We are Children of the Street. From the Break of Dawn we begin to Roam the Street, Our Children shall as well Inherit the Street.
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