TREACHERY OF BIRTH

Of their heights and success
Of their royalty and finesse;
Of their strength and luxury
Of his own lowliness and misery.

He finds competition on the garbage dump
He gathers scraps of heat in the night so cold and numb.

The school’s bell, the flash of the light bulbs
The candy’s smell, the porcelain doll’s curls
He sits by the streetlight to endlessly search
The difference and the destitution- All for this treachery of Birth.