Child of Leprosy

boils among rags,

black as death are the tattered rags.

Flesh white and lifeless as a dead man dut yet you walk old an frail,

but so young you are .

Oh child 

Oh poor feard child 

starveing , decaying ,and soon dead 

We must avoid you .

For fear of spread .

We close are doors and Flee our streets and ,

weep for you and yours .