Orphan
Suspicion drowns the concept, make believe
A whereabouts, those children found on shelves
Were forgotten and neglected, those who’d leave,
Their kids for finding happiness themselves.
Then as orphans can their sensitive to touch-
Be the difference b‘tween a cuddle or a clout
The norm, when no-one loves them very much,
As if the huge wide world has locked them out.
And the chosen few are plagued to live this,
A forgotten dream in nowhere, someone dodged
It lies somewhere between the hit and miss
Of suffering that their parentage had bodged.
But survival of the fittest some may say;
Pays tribute to the worth this orphan makes
It’s down to them, the strength to find a way
Correcting what was bad, all those mistakes.
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