The dropped in a time of a limited place
To a place with neither love nor grace
During a limited time for a living chance
In a poorly living condition places
Where the innocent does evils
limited living, no enough water, why?
limited knowledge, no quality education, why?
limited life, no enough food for people, why?
limited development, they never prosper, why?
succumbed to this, the innocent does evils.
They share their poverty, by robing their friends'
Are caught are killed on the spot, by their friends,
Victims of circumstance, the innocent poor dies,
their hope for good, ends in evil did tries
The abandoned group, silently cries and dies
Their living place, badly in a look
They never grow, in a beautiful look
compared to, their masters site place
Born as the same, the innocent does evils
Protected, guided, the living of their masters
Think of their living, you masters of the innocent
Rethink of their life, for children of the innocent
let them feel people, living sustainably,
Astonishingly they, are young than their ages.
living with diseases, are dying before their ages
The innocent in their evils, no hope for good.
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Ha ha ha! Yes, there are many 'whys' on this earth.I really thank you for this poem. Edward Kofi Louis.