The Boy's Logo

Sickness and orphanage is not his choice In the ears of the world echoes his voice When he shouts for help you ignore his noise For problems in the world are always his toys Help me please He still cries for peace And he’s so polite as he bends on his knees Beat him. Torture him. Don’t let him have his ease But you know one day you’ll be punished for this Little boy has no food to make him health When you hear his cry he’s fading toward death A hip pop beat describes his breath Make lyrics to it. Sing along. Make him loose his faith But you’ll be the one soon after God grabs your worth Give him what you ate let him swallow like a frog For he is proud of what he gets although you feed him like a dog Let him sleep in the cold night of fog Put a picture of this fellow on your blog But if you don’t help him you are just embarrassing this hog No clothes to wear he has Nothing nice but a prayer he does He begs on the windows as they stop, the cars No woman in the town to claim that he’s hers Nor a man in the city, they just spend their money in bars He wasn’t born to struggle Neither of his hands were meant to smuggle Nor his life was meant to have no goal It’s the death of his parents who created this logo.