Poor Boy

Look at me! I am part of the masses… the facet of society many so often push around…Why
can’t they ever stop to think…that, I am human too…that I, too, feel like them…Why can’t you
answer me? You must have something in mind…Why can’t you answer me? I know you must
have something in mind…Where is their sense of morality? They trampled upon me as if I was a
trash… I never did them any wrong! Was it a sin I committed when I came to this world as a
poor boy? A poor boy… yes that’s what I am… A state of being I didn’t even choose at the first
place. Was it a sin I committed, to be born like this? Now tell me! Did you ever have the right to
choose your status in life when you were born? Think! Before you condemn me… Do I ever
have a choice?