Down the affluent neighborhood walks the boy on the street,
ragged clothing, growling stomach, calloused feet,
the five-year-old boy is broken, he is damaged,
down the unforgiving trail he trends,
the children stare with horror,
the adults shun the pauper,
down the streets, the unwanted boy walks.
Within the abandoned street the unfortunate boy resides,
in where the unlucky ones atone for sins they didn’t commit,
he bears the cross of his mother’s mistakes,
he is the epitome of unfair retribution,
the bad fruit on the tree of fate,
down the abandoned street,
the abandoned boy lies.
