As the clock was about to struck midnight
The tastebuds craved sweet delight
We venture out on our bike
To satiate the hunger for croissant bite
When parking by the street, I see a child
Holding over shoulder, a scrap bag - four times his build
My heart sinks by this sight
Wondering about the disparity and his plight
Thoughts on contrast realities and my privilege
I ponder, why this at such a tender age
And once again I’m taken aback with despair
Wondering why is equity so rare
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