It wasn't his fault
To be created by lust
A hopeless enigma
Marked as a stigma
Nine years old
Never learnt to be bold
Does as he's told
To beg for gold
Fake sorry glances
They waved him away
There goes his chances
For he shall pay
Back to his shelter
As usual, empty-handed
To his 'caretaker'
Where he would be belted
He couldn't comprehend
What he did to deserve this
To feel sorrow and pain
Every day, again and again
He would look up to the stars
While praying for happiness
And to get rid of all the scars
That rendered him helpless.
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Me and you, we're basically living in heaven on earth. That boy has nothing. The only difference that divides us and him is that we were born in different circumstances. Ours much better than his. So give out a helping hand for those in need. For each step towards helping humanity is a step forward in making happier lives.
We are the lucky ones.
And it wasn't his fault.
