To wave a brave man comes with fun, <br />Construct a bend, construct orphan. <br />To die may buy some certain craze, <br />The orphanage designs always. <br /> <br />We burn from lusts that orphans don’t, <br />Their purity must force, but won’t. <br />The excellence surprises me, <br />Of children working a penny.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-brave-child/
