Dirt and Stones
The dirt and stones around his feet
Encrust the child’s skin
With tears creating smears of pain
Upon his fragile chin
He looks and begs for scraps of food
From every passer by
But they don’t see the small still child
His hand a reaching cry
For those who do not hear this child
They stride along life’s path
Their souls encrust the dirt and stones
With hearts that seek life’s wrath
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