Then he was born
To the poorest of the world
Alone in a ragged torn
All as the summer's cold

He grew up
With the down dawn in down
His hand was crazed broken sup
In the little corner of town

Schools were free of him
Churches were free of him
His life, the light was dim
And trashes where he dip

In his front, a park was laid
Loving birds were there, and then
Though he tried all left vain
He was there, longing pain

Pain of hunger, he was aged
Life in thunder, a bird who caged
Searched for a ditch, hoping bread
Then was bewitched, where he dead.