They come to the world with nothing <br />Parents forsake them <br />They are left to wander <br />And death for them is the answer! <br />What purpose is life if they gain no acceptance <br />And the place of their birth has nothing to offer? <br />Life seems to mock these children when they are born. <br />Even the trees and the flowers must be daily tended <br />Before they can bloom and bear fruit <br />So must all newborn children be loved <br />Or their life from stage to stage <br />Would be scarred with grief and pain. <br />Then they join the class of people <br />Dispossessed of any talent <br />Nature would have bestowed, <br />Had the soil been prepared for them! <br />Then they become the neglected generation, <br />Pushed away and made unwanted <br />Living like devils! Destroying themselves! <br />And returning to the earth, neglected!<br /><br />PHIL WINTER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neglected-6/
