Pakistan’s street children and their plight

The malevolence aforethought
The evil that abounds
The enmity is everywhere
At night the ugly sounds
Bus stations and truck stops
Are where child sex prevails
At night the children are at risk
As apparently all else fails

There are police but they tend to be
Shading the Taliban
They don’t have time for child abuse
Imran Khan’s new plan
Is to open forth a task force
And with this film thats been made
Up the anti on the war
Its on his shoulder laid

And my word its dark and dangerous
On the streets of Peshawar
The only hostel really is too small
And they are
Not equipped to help the children
And so alas they go
To where they can sell their bodies
In Bus Stations they know

There are beds to be rented
But sex it has to be
The bed hostels are tied in
With the sex unfortunately
There is no escape you do it
Survive the evil streets
And being close to the afghan border
Drugs too well unseats
The psyche of the people
And aids is a factor too
So every one is after arse
And after dark they do

The film shows men confirming
They regularly agree
To having sex with children
From 8 years old some be
They have no parents most of them
Or the jobs they do don’t pay
And so to live and get meagre food
They give their arse away

I hate to write of words like this
But there its matter of fact
If you do not do this
You will be attacked
Or worse and so you do it
And hope the HIV
Stays away from you at least a while
So you can see

They work from early morning
Looking for rubbish to sell
To recycle its a job that pays
Really not so well
€1.25 a day how can souls live on
They really are out there suffering
And Trust is all but gone

The society is all to cock
Women apparently
So few of them now leave their homes
There is no parity
To me and so young children are the easy
Ones to lure
And until they sort these problems out
What will be the cure

Its a malignancy
A very hostile world out there
And they
The street children some 5000
Are in somebody’s pay
Either for sex or pleasures
It is no life at all
Many self harm and walk the street
And just seem to be on call

People are in denial
If you ask them what they feel
They know there is a problem
But are not assured its real
A hidden shame thats surfacing
To blacken and to force
The town itself and the children
To sort things out at source

These great big colourful Buses
Ply from town to town
Painted with historic stories
The stuff thats going down
Nearly all truck drivers are
Having sex with kids
All of them are suffering
And making avid bids

To rid themselves of all of this
To harken up the grey
To Prostitute the little children
Every single day
Its demoniacal and horrible
But its all most of them know
If they haven’t eaten for several days
They know they have to go

On certain Streets to be picked up
To prostitute and be
Prayed on by the frustrated drivers
There are no laws to see
But one young boy they followed
Imagined he had AIDS
He went to have himself tested
And was clear as the picture fades
We hear him saying when he grows up
He will help the children who
Might still be having to sell their arse
For thats what his lot do

Imagine this now can we
No parents and no place
No food no where to lay ones head
Its just one huge disgrace
You have to sell your body
For a 1000 or so rupees
And that may give you a night of pain
And suffering to seize
Every drop of goodness from you
And you are left
Broken from the experience
And dirty and bereft
Of any sort of sanity
And no one cares a sod
No sympathy from anyone
Not even from your god

Lets hope Imran Khan
Has power and can effect a cure
These terminals are dens of vice
Breeding all sorts of fear
These were little innocent souls
Degraded all the way
By frustrated drivers
And some don’t even pay