With your matted hair and sullied face

Your plight ignored, the worlds disgrace.

Just left to exist with life so forlorn

A roll of the dice, it’s where you were born.

A smile on your face, no material wealth

With your friends you play, existing by stealth.

The hunger that pains you is so normal by now

No one to turn to, whilst the world disavow.

No Mom or Dad to run to, you can’t understand

There’s no one to cling to or hold onto your hand.

It’s just as well you can’t see others material life

To do so would only bring additional strife.

From the outside looking in at one of life’s flaws

To understand your dilemma, is it just……..because?