Street Kid

I worked like a slave in your farm that you owned
You promised me the things, as a child I deserved
I begged for a shelter, I begged for food
I begged for my childhood, you threw me on the street
And here I am, a street kid, that you made
I live on the alms, that you hardly spare
I have no home, no food, no clothes to wear
I pick what you throw as garbage in the rear.

-Baldeo Saha

photographer- Jon Warren

© Jon Warren/The Photo Project