What is the point of being born
if one is casually thrown aside
after being so brutally torn
from a warm, comfortable abode.
With disgust one is cared for
with disdain one is seen.
It is with no wonder
this child is quick to ween.
Anger is given for anger,
hate responds to hate,
there is never a winner
if you can’t choose your fate.
Upon your soul a weight
lies, like God pressing
His massive foot
upon you, crushing.
Mortality
obvious,
liberality,
rapacious.
Cry out to heaven
none shall listen.
Upon deaf ears
fall your woes.
© 2018
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