Street boy’s crying…..
Mom….
It is very cold tonight here…
I’am waiting your promise to be real…
I long to be with you may be…
Just for the last of my time only…
Mom…
I am dying to dead….
I almost can’t take a breath…
I am so weak not even creeping….
Even more go to street for money begging…
Mom…
I have nothing in my belly…
Yesterday you really got mad of me…
You thrown off all my food out the case…
And slapped your hand on my tiny face…
Mom…
If you do not love me anymore…
You do not have to see me for more…
Tomorrow morning would not be again for me…
Do not cry upon my dead body…
"Kid’s slavery still happen in Indonesia..............."
