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Child of Fate
While glorifying God and singing his praise, To behold one of his not-so-generous creations, I amaze, For an unclothed toddler condemned to a footpath Simply arrests my unflinching gaze. Of the tallest high-rises and even towering prides And those who have been blessed by the divine’s might, The one that catches my eye, is the damned little painful sight. For he does not know what his forbidden life may hold And that for a few coins and some food he has been sold, To the venomous hands of fate That profanes this naked life to fight this chilling cold. For no wrong of his, he has submitted to the destiny’s knife And complied to fall into this abysmal strife, Such is the ambiguity of it, Such is the inscrutable truth of life. This cringe that I now feel forces me to regard The precious gift of life that overcomes every wrath And thank God for I’m not the unclothed toddler The one condemned to a footpath.
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