Sonnet- Stark Reality

The garbage-dump, it serves as a cradle! The female child is left here by the Eves; Along with dogs, they search ’midst plantain leaves; The beggar too comes here for his morsel! The poor children, they search amongst garbage; With bodies bare and sacks on their shoulders; They beg too, in the street’s- no one bothers; The plastic, iron, to sell they manage. They work in risky jobs for a penny; And go from pillar to post so many; Beaten and abused and turned delinquents, By drunken fathers, their cries, the air rents. This is the stark reality today! And children’s lives have not changed anyway.