In Uganda's realm, a tale unfolds,
Of children left to fend for themselves,
Neglected souls, their cries untold.
Amidst the bustling streets, they roam,
Barefoot and hungry, a tragic sight,
Their voices lost in poverty's gloom.
Their homes, mere shacks, devoid of care,
Parents absent, consumed by despair,
Leaving little ones to bear the weight.
Some beg for scraps on crowded roads,
Others scavenge through piles of waste,
Their innocence a forgotten code.
Their laughter, once a joyful sound,
Now echoes only in the deafening din,
As they navigate life without a bound.
Education, a distant dream,
Their futures stolen, their hopes dim,
As poverty's grip tightens its seam.
Disease and hunger take their toll,
Their tiny bodies frail and weak,
A cruel fate that fills the heart with dole.
Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
A few kind souls who fight the fight,
Providing shelter and a helping hand.
They offer a sanctuary, a safe abode,
Where neglected children can find their load,
And dream of futures that won't withstand.
But the road ahead remains long and steep,
Child negligence, a prevalent blight,
In Uganda's heart, a stain so deep.
Let us raise our voices, break the chain,
Protect the innocent, end the pain,
And give them a chance to grow and thrive again.