The Orphans Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The orphans don't have a monopoly in being unclaimed
They are not the only ones without a framework in which to wrap growing up around
Springing from a fountain that had not received a coin
Having a family can be worse than not having a family

In a nighttime of childhood,
Where a blue light softly invades the darkness by the door
In the hour of the early morning only good for unsettled, disturbed thoughts
A quaint sentimentality is not something to fall back on
Instead, tender self-defeat is the bed ridden rat-eared dogma of family

They tried to have a fun fair to cheer up the orphans and to raise money
Tickets were ten dollars each
Let's hold hands and feel uncomfortable
The charitable run out of things to say to society's bottom rung