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The Deprived!

The only thing that I ever have,
is my soul.
I am deprived of food,
even clothes.
I am treated with
whatever left over.
and can I ever cross over
this tough path of life?
They make me work
day and night!
and when other children go to school,
I wash vessels and sweep the floor.
What is the destiny
that God holds for me?
And when will I ever
learn to read?
When the other children
play happily under the sun,
I clean their shoes or plough the weary field.
Will i ever get a day,
that makes me happy
and play and dance
like the other children?
When they grow,
I merely grow with them,
I am a little weed,
which is rooted out,
when not in need!
In this life,
will I get a chance,
to aim and become whatever i like to be?
-The child deprived
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