Beating hands thunderously smack
Against the flesh of a newborn;
It seems any chance he'll surely lack
Emerging in a body that's war torn.
Born into this he was cursed to be;
It seems no blessings he'd ever see.
Before one year, he's inched to death;
He'd almost breath his last breath.
Internal blood gushed around
Inside the battered baby;
His psyche issues were abound,
Seizing hold of the baby.
Born into this he was cursed to be;
It seems no blessings he'd ever see.
Before one year, he's inched to death;
He'd almost breath his last breath.
Returning to where he first saw light,
He's once again with strangers.
Their gifted hands made him right,
But couldn't keep him from dangers.
Born into this he was cursed to be;
It seems no blessing he'd ever see.
Before one year, he's inched to death;
He'd almost breath his last breath.
Shane P
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