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Selling roses, giving a smile
A bright eagerness in the eyes
Almost always met with indifference
Yet the hungry spirit never bends

An entire childhood, an empty pipehole traps
And just like that, one after the other, futures' lapse
Unfair but none want to think about it
That pro'lly even their embers can have a life lit
A small gesture can change many tomorrows' forever
Schools and not streets is the answer
The conscious wants to yield
Thoughts come out, which were otherwise sealed
Being born is not a crime
Some have a silver spoon but some not even a dime
Shouldn't they too have a crack at the future
A chance to get out of labor and torture

But the signal changes too soon,
The car speeds off, today it was roses;
tomorrow it will be a balloon.