The World and Us
He was just a babe
Yet I could count his ribs
Head flattened from orphanage cribs
He stared at me
I shrank away in fear
Wishing his image would disappear
He remained real
The world did him wrong
Preying on those who can't be strong
It was all a lie
Those stupid nursery rhymes
No lullabies just starving cries
The world doesn't care if babies die
But he survived
Kind people took pity
Rejecting the ways of a merciless city
He'll be alright
This world may be unfair
But it's taught me that you have to choose to care
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