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!