With your matted hair and sullied face <br />Your plight ignored, the worlds disgrace. <br /> <br />Just left to exist with life so forlorn <br />A roll of the dice, it’s where you were born. <br /> <br />A smile on your face, no material wealth <br />With your friends you play, existing by stealth. <br /> <br />The hunger that pains you is so normal by now <br />No one to turn to, whilst the world disavow. <br /> <br />No Mom or Dad to run to, you can’t understand <br />There’s no one to cling to or hold onto your hand. <br /> <br />It's just as well you can't see others material life <br />To do so would only bring additional strife. <br /> <br />From the outside looking in at one of life’s flaws <br />To understand your dilemma, is it just........because?<br /><br />Brian 'Peza' Perrins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-15/
