Children of Destiny
Born beyond reason,
With no right to choose,
No future, starvation,
Unsightly abuse.
Never a burden,
Lacking in care.
Lives so uncertain,
They're not really there.
No beds to sleep in,
No chairs to sit.
No arms to weep in,
No chance to quit.
No house to live in,
No shelter or room.
No toilet or kitchen,
Just impending doom.
Meals are a benefit,
So seldom seen.
The food that they do get,
Is putrid and green.
Water so dirty,
Many times used,
Not one ounce of purity,
Yet seldom refused.
Clothes that are tattered,
Shredded and torn,
Shoes never matter,
They're rarely ever worn.
God's children entertained,
With a lack of consequence.
Their fate prearranged,
Without meaning or sense.
Lacking any inkling
Of substance at all.
Lives always sinking,
In a vast karmic squall.
Fighting from day one,
For an ounce of dignity.
Never able to say they won,
A preordained destiny.
Copyright © January 2010
Kevin Mooney
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