The child in me sits huddled in a corner
Cold and neglected
Damaged and hungry
Looking out from tear stained eyes
At a callous hate filled adult world.
Uncaring eyes studiously averted
Gazing at visions of some other tomorrow
Unwillingly to notice the pain
And the hopeless despair;
That are my companions in this poverty.
Hell-bent on wholesale destruction
That ensures the flow of profit
With which they purchase their dreams
Of comfort and security
While the child in me cries myself to sleep.
Lying curled up in the gutter
Trying to hold onto a borrowed nightmare
While I warm my freezing soul
At the dying embers
Of this smouldering humanity.
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