Paradox of Life

Morning in the streets,
afternoon on the streets,
night on the streets,
I never met my father and mother,
all, because of poverty,
and I need a mouthful of rice,
to live …


Above is the phrase sebait singers of street children. With a dim eye. Without expression. Her body was emaciated and filthy. Unkempt. Black. The feet and hands small, thin, just bones wrapped in skin. Her hair was dull and red. Because exposure to the sun, and pollution of Jakarta. Every day. His clothes were shabby. His teeth were yellowed and full of coral. Continue reading