A Boy In a Picture

A picture on a cluttered dresser without a frame; No one seems to remember his name. Swept with the dust under the rug; To ask of him would be met with a shrug. As insignificant as an empty corner chair; Never included in a single prayer. Much of his life is met with indifference; More than not an annoying presence. Never really given a fair chance; He abandons goodness as an alliance. And learns early all about stealing, Joining gangs, and drug dealing. Where is the failure, who is to blame? Should not society bear the shame? He belongs only where his morals are scarred, And the law is held in disregard. That picture will not be the last of him taken, Bur none by those of which he was forsaken. We may hear of his story and the time he serves, And dismiss his fate as what he deserves.