broken dreams
broken rhyme
begging on the
streets in guttered
grime children
living on mounds
of fetid slime
counting on
hope in every
coin every dime
no education
no vocational
guidance kids
forced to commit
crimes waiting
eagerly for good
times while they
build new mosques
new madrsas bearded
men in noble robes
their thoughts sublime
shooting out fatwas
as pastime ..the poor
age fade away in their
prime a long upward
task a very steep climb
