Look This Child

Look this child Broken, streetised, glued. Not to mean it’s wild As a baboon “Hello! He..he..hello!”the child says As if there are airways, All look away; look behind As though the child Is off his mind Rejected, the child believes. It’s not worth the sap Of life in the leaves Of the cheered up. “What is love about When I cannot afford a bar of soap To get myself clean So I stop covering with leaves?”he murmurs. “When I get other’s property I don’t mean to steal, be a thief; If you could give me some little value, I would leave all that as yours; have my party; Then suit your belief” This child’s life is a story No great writer would write, As it cannot sell. It might contribute a screaming headline, But when a notable is making a guilt release offering. Look this child!