Help

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.