Mary is her name,
A five year old child,
I always see her eating a loaf bread,
She says her drunkard father gives it to her everyday,
So one day I invited her to our place,
And gave her a piece of white bread,
Shockness invade my system,
As she took off the little clothes covering her petite body,
But everything makes sense to me when she says the words I never thought I could Imagine,
"What game should we play today?, should I serve you just like how I served my father?"