Helpless and forsaken,
runt in the mud
Cry for your mother,
call for your family mistaken.
Left in the cold,
left to die in the rain
Cry for your father,
as you feast on the mould.
Shivering small wretch,
surely soon dead
Cry for your brother,
while you sleep in the ditch.
Forgotten and famished,
all alone in the world
Cry for your sister,
as you shake in your anguish.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
Helpless and forsaken,
runt in the mud
Cry for your mother,
call for your family mistaken.
Left in the cold,
left to die in the rain
Cry for your father,
as you feast on the mould.
Shivering small wretch,
surely soon dead
Cry for your brother,
while you sleep in the ditch.
Forgotten and famished,
all alone in the world
Cry for your sister,
as you shake in your anguish.
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