Children of Destiny

Born beyond reason,
With no right to choose,
No future, starvation,
Unsightly abuse.
Never a burden,
Lacking in care.
Lives so uncertain,
Not really there.
No beds to sleep in,
No chairs to sit.
No arms to weep in,
No chance to quit.
No house to live in,
No shelter nor room.
No toilet nor kitchen,
Just impending doom.
Meals are a benefit,
So seldom seen.
The food that they do get,
Is putrid and green.
Water so dirty,
Many times used,
No ounce of purity,
Yet seldom refused.
Clothes that are tattered,
Shredded and torn,
Shoes never matter,
They're rarely worn.
God's children ordained,
With a lack of consequence.
Their fate prearranged,
No meaning or sense.
Lacking any inkling
Of substance at all.
Perpetually sinking,
In a vast karmic squall.
Fighting from birth,
For an ounce of dignity.
Deprived of their worth,
A preordained destiny.


Copyright © January 2010
Kevin Mooney

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