This Little Pole Boy
There used to a small boy,
without a mom or dad.
He thought he is going to die,
but wasn't that bad.
When asked about his life,
he wouldn't say a thing.
Just like a bird eager to fly, but without a single wing.
Eventually, reached a day,
when i questioned him.
Then he started telling a story that was very very dim.
He said when he was five,
the Nazi came and slaughtered,
the new born baby of the family which was his father's daughter.
He escaped with his mother,
and forgot that town.
But it was on that day when his dad went down.
The child's mother,
was then used to stealing.
Things like marijuana just for dealing.
This didn't last long,
as his mother was caught guilty.
You can't stop capital punishment as some people are so filthy.
It was when he was nine,
as this little pole boy,
lost all he had, all, even his joy.
When he finished his story,
He saw me about to cry.
I agree, if i was him, I was really about to die.
I thought, then smiled.
When knew he shouldn't be dim,
as my parents and i decided to adopt him.
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