A little girl runs through the market Her honey brown hair looks unkept Her skin is pale and quite dusty She reminds me of the homeless kids.
A little girl falls on the street An angry mob runs up to her They curse down hell right at her A little shameless tiny thief.
A little girl gets beaten up Her tiny voice pleads for mercy Atleast they heard her tiny sobs As she promised to never steal again.
A little girl bleeds and cries I lay low to comfort her Her sunken stomach rumbles loudly A bowl of rice was all she needed.
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