I’m just a street child. I don’t get to see the world as many do. I live in camps and I travel from one village to another. Crossing deserts, working on street, seeing other kids doing the same, I learn the only way of life. To put my hand out, I see you looking at me, I wish you give me a little of yours. The food, the wealth and the money you give away with your prayers, to god. I ask the same questions to God everyday, why does the world give away so much to you, and nothing to me.
Do you need more of this? Does your god need money?
Mother tells me to believe in You. She says you have all the answers. Others come to see you from all around the world, always wanting something but never giving. When they want something from you, they come with gifts and offerings. To get wishes, to be cared, to have faith, to follow a path, some for more richness, to get more out of life, to get a child and so much more of wanting. I sit here looking at them pass me by, not caring about a child, with my hand out. Asking you the same. Who is my god then?
I’m God’s child too, yet I live with nothing, I’m want to learn too, yet I don’t see your wisdom. I am hungry too, yet You are given all the money and food. Why do people not see me, but only You?”.
