A poem about a boy child being neglected ?

In a world of chaos and noise,
There stands a little boy,
Neglected and alone,
His heart filled with sorrow and ploy.

His cries go unheard,
His tears fall unseen,
No one to comfort him,
No one to intervene.

His clothes are tattered,
His stomach empty and hollow,
No one to feed him,
No one to follow.

He wanders the streets,
Lost and afraid,
No one to guide him,
No one to aid.

His innocence stolen,
His spirit broken,
No one to love him,
No words spoken.

But in his eyes,
There lies a spark,
A glimmer of hope,
A light in the dark.

For deep within,
He knows he is strong,
He will rise above,
He will right the wrong.

For he is a fighter,
A survivor, a dreamer,
And one day he'll shine,
A beacon, a gleamer.

So let us not forget,
The boy child neglected,
For he is the future,
He must be protected.

In shadows dim, he roams alone,
A boy-child lost, with no one's home.
Neglected soul, his spirit wanes,
In silent cries, his heart sustains.

His eyes, a void, reflect despair,
No love's embrace to gently share.
His body frail, a fragile frame,
Bears witness to the cruelest shame.

Hunger gnaws, a constant ache,
As empty bowls his presence make.
Threadbare clothes, a sorry sight,
Concealing wounds that hide from light.

Childhood dreams lie shattered now,
Replaced by fear and endless doubt.
No gentle touch, no soothing voice,
To guide his steps, to give him choice.

His spirit yearns for warmth and care,
A gentle hand to lift him there.
But fate has dealt a bitter blow,
Leaving him lost in endless woe.

In the recesses of his mind,
A flicker of hope he strives to find.
Though shadows dance and fears arise,
He dreams of love beneath the skies.

One day, perhaps, a beacon bright,
Will pierce the darkness, set him right.
A loving heart, a guiding hand,
To lead him from this barren land.

Until that day, he lingers on,
A boy-child lost, his spirit gone.
Neglected wounds, a heavy weight,
As hope and love evade his fate.