Baby Grows

June 17, 2008
From far away you can hear the baby cryin,
such a mournful family but they really are tryin,
sister is out diggin for food,
people see her ragged clothes,
call her names so rude.

At night they sleep on a concrete floor,
while silently dreaming it begins to pour,
they have no shelter over their heads,
so they continue to sleep on their concrete beds.

All the hate in the world to which they are exposed,
as it continues,
baby grows.

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