Marked By Birth Poem by Haris Krupalija

And so grew the child of innocent dreams
Of futile hopes and broken fears
And it grew up in the age of cries
Losing its innocence, tearing apart

No love for his young heart;
Left behind in the tunnel of lies
Shredded like a piece of paper
Recklessly torn apart

Blamed by the men and the gods
For the world's growing dark;
For the beast splintered within his soul
Yet he had never truly known

Marked before he was even born
Before he spoke his first two words
Why so arrogant? Why so obscene?
Weren't you the one who gave him this disease?

Release him from the chains of dark
Give him the purpose to live
And, maybe then, his eyes will shine
And you will see - he is only just a child