POOR CHILD
POOR CHILD
Poor child!
It is night, it is cold
and darkness is all around
Outside, the night insects their song sing
but for you
What will tomorrow bring?
Your mother, she beats her breast
for want of knowing
from where she'll feed you next
Your father weeps silently
as he surveys the world
you soon are to enter
A ravaged world!
A tainted world!
Your brother before you
cringes with dread
and your sister, with tear-filled eyes
wonders what trials lie ahead
to confront you, poor child!
Your God!
He looks on saddened
aggrieved at a world gone mad
and wills that you be taught to walk
along the straight and narrow path
So you might alleviate the ruin that impends
So that you may not be alone
when your time ends
Poor child…
It is morning!
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