Today another
baby's been born
into a life
of poverty and mourn.
The baby knows no daddy
and barely a mother
too bad he wont live long enough
to see his next brother.
They live in a box
on a damp and dark street
the baby cries all alone
as the rain hits his feet.
He cries for his mom
although she's not there
she left to get high
not giving a care.
The box tipped up
as the rain came down more
its filling up fast
and he cant sit up for his mind is too poor.
He starts to choke
as he trys to breathe
death will come soon
and pain and suffering will leave.
The baby then closes his eyes
and lets out all his air
for him death
will be better than his despair.
When his mom finds out
she's not upset
she know's she'll have another one
and doesnt fret.
She wont learn
from her mistakes
she just keeps having new one's
untill her herself will also break
But somewhere in this world
another baby is born
into a life
of poverty and mourn.



 
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