He was brutally killed
For he stole
A PIECE OF BREAD
To feed his mother who was lying in bed.
He was the only caring member,
Who worked day and night.
His mother's falling down
Took away all his colors of light.
That day he was without a penny,
When his mother in bed was lying;
He begged out but none showed mercy,
Forced him to choose stealing.
There he lied and was alone,
When soon the place became vacant,
Everybody condemned the boy,
But, none felt his pains that exceeded his joy.
Poem by:-
Ariel.
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