Sad Plight of an Innocent Child

She is living in a concrete jungle
surrounded by a pack of wolves
The street is her place of work,
the cardboard serves as her bed
on the cold concrete floor...

Every night she calls her Mom's name
before she lays down to sleep;
She prays to God to protect her,
and to keep herself safe at all times.

When will the suffering end
for this poor child who is clueless
on what's going on around her?
She doesn't even know
she is now an orphan,
for her parents got killed
while delivering her ransom.

She was kidnapped at age five
and being exploited with other children:
who roam the streets everyday
begging for money--
only to be confiscated,
at the end of the day
by their ruthless predators.

Sometimes she goes to sleep
on an empty stomach--
worsen by the cracking of whips
clearly etched on her back -
such a pitiful punishment,
for not reaching her quota.

With tears in her eyes,
she wonders why...
Is there really a God?