You never asked to be brought into this world.
Cold and cruel,
Born on the wrong side of the tracks.
A mother’s love,
Can feed the soul, but the body still craves.
Too young to speak,
Still your cries speak louder than any words.
Sustenance is your right,
Denial would only draw covenant with your demise.
Dying is inevitable,
A fact of life, but a fate undeserved to one so young.
Blamed for your station,
You live in the shadows,
Cursed by the sins of your father,
Left to scavenge at the fringes,
Only to be forgotten,
Or treated as a pariah,
By defect of conscience.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~