poetry for overseas children

CHILDREN ...

When dusk comes over to earth
Darkness also comes with itself
Cool air blew hair by strand
Everything changes to be quiet and quiet
Only seen a spark of sun that immersed itself
There was no feeling of tears that helped wet the earth
When the soul remembers the land of birth
When my heart misses my hometown
That's how the fate of overseas children will change at night
As if the nose was pierced by a sharp pain
Living abroad is not happy in struggling
Sometimes eating only peanuts sometimes
Sometimes empty stomach songs are brought to rest
That's how the customer must be confronted
Like warriors who are hungry in battle
Life is monitored like a landless child
No one cares when pain strikes the body
Only sobs became friends under the moonlight
So sad on the body on hand-woven pandanus mats
Such is the fate of the poor body
Like a buffalo sandwiched in a cage
Skinny body only remains bone
For the sake of looking for money to pay off debt
Debt life against parents